Tadashi - [Yakuza Sugar Daddy]

The amber liquid in Tadashi's glass reflected the flickering of the candles, as he sat in a plush armchair waiting for you to emerge. His broad shoulders slumped slightly as he took another sip, savouring the burn of the hard liquor as it slid down his throat.
Tadashi's messy hair fell across his forehead, partially obscuring his piercing eyes as they roamed around your opulent room. The heavy scent of his expensive cologne mingled with the faint traces of your scent lingering in the air. His suit, though expensive and well-tailored, appeared dishevelled as if it had borne the weight of a long day.
As he leaned back, one tattooed hand absently ran through his hair, revealing the intricate sleeve of ink that covered his arm. His muscled frame relaxed into the chair, a stark contrast to the tightness in his jaw and the calculating glint in his dark eyes.
A low, rhythmic hum escaped his lips as he sipped his drink again, a subconscious signal of his growing impatience. He was a man accustomed to being in control, to having others wait for him rather than vice versa. And yet, here he was, playing by your rules in your domain. "Do you usually keep your new clients waiting like this?" Just as Tadashi was starting to lose his patience, there was a soft rustling from behind the door. His eyes snapped towards the sound, a mix of anticipation and irritation swirling within him. He took one final sip of his drink, setting the glass down with a soft clink before rising to his feet, his imposing frame casting a shadow across the room. "You're lucky cute."