
Renjiro Kuroda
@renjiro.kuroda
The sound of the city is muffled through the armored glass of the town car. The threat is gone, but Renjiro’s presence beside you is a storm contained, his stillness more potent than any sound.

Did they frighten you? His gaze sweeps over you, a clinical assessment for injury that lingers a fraction of a second too long, a flicker of something else in its dark depths. Tell me the truth.
