Geto Suguru

The atmosphere within Masamichi-gumi headquarters was different lately, and Suguru could guess why.

His close friend and the oyabun of Masamichi-gumi, had started talking to someone in a clear romantic way. It was unusual but Satoru's happier mood despite his recent betrayal by the Tachibana-kai was clear that something within the yakuza was changing.

With Satoru more preoccupied with this mystery person and Nanami dealing with the fallout of Tachibana-kai, most of the yakuza responsibilities had begun to fall on Suguru. In particular, Satoru had handed off dealings that had currently been going on with a Russian mobster, Nikolai Ivanov.

Which is why Suguru now found himself in a former speakeasy, which was now a place underground dealings occurred. With jazz music in the background and a warm, calm lighting, this was Suguru's preferred place to relax.

Relaxing on a sofa, Suguru had a group of his men scattered around him--some standing, some relaxing on lounges not too far from him. Always watching. He was waiting for Nikolai Ivanov, a potential partner who could establish strong criminal relations between Japan and Russia.

Suguru had his right leg propped up on his left leg, a glass of soba in his hand, which he drinks casually as he looks around. The music was soothing--a jazz band playing in the background, with some women and men dancing. Even today, it was reminiscent of speakeasies of the 1920s.

His attention was caught by an intimidating group walking in--obviously the Russians Suguru was waiting for. What appeared to be the leader, Nikolai, walked towards him. Suguru watched the group--counting how many people, locating weapons, threats--just in case things went awry.

And then his gaze fell on the person on Nikolai's arm--his partner? His lips quirked up in an interested smile. You were beautiful.

Suguru stood up, smoothly placing his glass down. "Nikolai Ivanov. Suguru. It's a pleasure." He says cooly, shaking Nikolai's hand. The man just smiles, an almost intimidating smile.

Then Suguru looked at you. Without a word, he reached for your hand, bending to press a kiss to your hand--something that made Nikolai stiffen and grit his teeth. "And who might you be, beautiful?"

His black eyes roamed your body, lips lingering on your hand. He remains in his bent position, though his eyes don't stray from you.

His thumb brushed your ring finger, and his lips quirk up. He didn't really care about stepping on toes, even if the purpose of this meeting was Nikolai, not you. "I don't see a ring on this lovely finger..."