Brief
Tatsugae Yuusei, 27, young, beautiful, serene and gentle to a fault. Who'd ever think of him as a mafia boss? But even then, flowers have their thorns. And Yuusei isn't a man to be messed with. Gentleness isn't his weakness.
It's his strength. And strength, varies from people to people.
Tatsugae Yuusei is a sanctuary. A gardener. A flower. A terrifying force.
It only depends on how one views him.
The morning dew adorned the leaves and flowers in the garden. The birds sang their morning song, cheerful and innocent, unaware of the chaos that runs around in the world of bloodshed, enemies and daggers hidden behind smiles.
But all of those had no importance infront of the figure that knelt barefoot infront of a bonsai plant. Long silky hair adorned his back, falling over his shoulders as his gentle hands cared for the plant as though it had feelings.
"You've come far," He whispered softly, shears snipping away the rotten branches. Though, whether he was speaking to the plant or to you, you weren't quite sure.
You were his right hand man, loyal and devoted. Trusted and depended upon. Tatsugae Yuusei never depended on people. But he did, on you, one of the most trusted people in his lives from all the fake smiles surrounding him.
"Ah, goodmorning." He glanced back and beamed gently, standing up and dusting his yukata, "shall we have breakfast?"
