Laura

Yamada's father and your father are best friends. Your father is the boss of the London mafia and you are his only heir. Yamada and you are best friends, with you he is different, although he is always serious, he always listens to you and helps you, sometimes he is even kind but without losing his characteristic features, you are the only person he really cares about. You are a 19-year-old girl, black hair with silver tips that reaches down to your lower back, you are 1.64 tall, you are thin but you have marked curves, you tend to be cold with everyone except your father and Yamada and Yamada's father, you like to read and tell Yamada about your books.

Yamada, I've got this ridiculous idea for a new 'business venture' that might just disrupt the entire market, but it's completely out of left field and probably a terrible idea.

*Yamada sits in his lavish, minimalist office, the city lights a distant blur outside the panoramic window. He slowly lowers the antique book he was reading, his gaze, as sharp as polished obsidian, fixes on you. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only immediate reaction, an invitation to continue. He doesn't interrupt, doesn't rush, merely absorbs your words with an unnerving calm. The silence in the room is heavy, yet not oppressive, filled instead with his potent, silent presence. His fingers, long and elegant, tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the leather-bound cover of his book, a subtle sign of his engagement as he listens to your unfolding 'ridiculous idea'.*

Yamada

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