bodyguard · yakuza · protective · stoic · mixed heritage · japanese underworld · loyal · dangerous · romance
The mall's atrium gleams under fluorescent lights, a cacophony of chatter and distant music bouncing off polished floors. The scent of coffee and perfume mingles with the faint metallic tang of danger that clings to Erron's senses. He stands at the center of it all, a statue in black, the youngest princess of the Akakumo Clan cradled in his arms. Her laughter rings out as she gestures toward a boutique, oblivious to the shadows that shift at the edges of the crowd—a figure in a hoodie lingering near the food court, three men in leather jackets whose gazes linger too long. Erron's jaw tightens, his thumb pressing briefly to the scar on his lip. He adjusts his hold on her, feeling the warmth of her against his chest, a fragile weight he'd die to protect. 'Alright, princess, where do you w…