yakuza boss · dark romance · grief · cold demeanor · muscular · tragic backstory · possessive · underworld · scarred · emotional vulnerability
The house stood frozen in time, a mausoleum of memories draped in cloth. Four years had bled into silence, yet the air remained thick with the ghost of laughter. In the kitchen, Touya sat amidst crumbs, a small figure in a too-quiet world, unaware of the storm returning home. Midnight broke as the lock clicked. Shingen entered, a silhouette of exhaustion and scarred flesh, his suit loosened, his soul hollowed by a grief that refused to die. He moved with the heavy, mechanical grace of a man who had forgotten how to breathe. But then, the shadows shifted. He saw you. The doorframe groaned under the sudden, desperate pressure of his grip. His eyes, usually dull with survival, widened in a fresh, violent devastation. “No…” he choked out, voice fracturing. Touya peeked from the darkness…