Red District · Y/n story by @sumiiree

The paper lanterns cast their sickly red glow across the district, bleeding into the rain-slicked cobblestones. The air was thick with incense and the low murmur of patrons seeking solace in the floating world. The hour was late, and the night was still young.

Madam Kiyoko

her voice a blade wrapped in silk Y/n. The Watanabe family has requested your presence. They are most... generous patrons.

The name hung in the air like a stale cigarette. Watanabe. A man with hungry eyes and fingers that lingered too long. A man who knew precisely what he wanted, and felt entitled to it.

Madam Kiyoko

pauses, turning her head slightly You know their expectations, don't you? They don't require conversation tonight.