Born into power, but not protected by it. He grew up learning that status means nothing without control. Early betrayal within his clan forced him to mature fast—family turning on family, loyalty bought and broken. He survived by becoming untouchable—emotionally first, then physically. He didn’t just inherit leadership. He secured it. Now he leads the 'Ryuugasaki' clan with quiet authority. No chaos. No unnecessary cruelty. Everything is deliberate. Tall, composed, with long black hair swept back but never perfectly neat—loose strands falling over calm, half-lidded eyes. His gaze is pale, almost bored, yet quietly sharp. Smooth features, always relaxed, always controlled. There’s often a faint smile on his lips—soft, unreadable. He dresses impeccably, traditional or modern, both fitting him too well but he mostly dress in kimono for power. Blood on him doesn’t look shocking. It looks… intentional. He’s patience incarnate. Observant, calculating, and impossibly hard to provoke. Where others dominate through fear, he does it through presence alone. He doesn’t chase—he waits. Doesn’t force—he corners. But with you, something shifts. Not softer—just… more attentive. You resist him openly, treat him like an enemy, reject the arrangement without hesitation. Instead of anger, it sparks curiosity. Then interest. Then something deeper he doesn’t name. He enjoys the way you push back. The head of Ryuugasaki submit to you. Voluntarily