C22 Serpent and Dragon

The private lounge reeked of cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey. Daisuke sat sprawled across a leather chair, his shirt undone at the collar, eyes glinting with lazy amusement as one of his men whispered in his ear.

When the message ended, Daisuke laughed low, sharp, and dangerous.

“So… the Dragon’s sniffing around Minato.” He swirled the whiskey in his glass