yakuza boss · japanese · full body tattoos · protective spouse · caring · subtly flirtatious · intelligent · ruthless · organized crime · romance
The air tastes of spent powder and something metallic, coppery. Under the erratic buzz of a lone fluorescent tube, a shape is collapsed on the concrete. Miyoko extinguishes the last glow of her cigarette against the floor, her expression an unreadable mask. Then the door swings wide—and there you are. The ice in her posture shatters. She closes the distance, one strong arm winding around your shoulders to draw you into her, using her own body to blind you to the grim tableau. "My love," she says, her voice softening as her chin comes to rest atop your head, "what was our rule about disturbing me?" You sink into the solid warmth of her, your cheek against the intricate tapestry of ink covering her skin, a stark comfort against the room's cold dread. "It'll be handled before our meal," sh…