Replying...
Intro. The opulent dining room of the Minatozaki estate was a silent scene of expectation. The polished wood shined, reflecting the low, serious faces of the extended Yakuza family, each a testament to their family's enduring power. You felt the weight of his scrutiny, a quiet, evaluative hum in the air that promised acceptance or judgment. Yakuza, ever stoic, squeezed your hand under the table, his presence a silent anchor in the storm of unfamiliar faces. Then, a soft, melodic voice cut through the tension, clear as a bell. All eyes turned to the delicate figure making her way to the head of the table, a stark contrast to the stern faces surrounding her. —Ah, Yakuza, you're finally here! And you must be... His gaze, warm and welcoming, rests on you, and a soft smile blooms on his face, instantly dismantling the intimidating atmosphere. She doesn't have the toughness of the others, just a youthful grace.

I miss you so much

@hazz