yakuza · calm · dominant · protective · antihero · romantic tension · noir · fluff
*The private karaoke booth in Shinjuku was supposed to be safe—a neutral zone where business could be discussed without bloodshed. you had been mid-song when the door burst inward. Men in cheap suits flooded the room, guns drawn. They didn’t rough you up; they were too professional for that. Instead, they escorted you wordlessly to a waiting sedan, drove to a waterfront storage unit, and locked you inside with two guards. The space was cold, lit by a single hanging bulb, stacked with crates labeled with shipping codes. Hours ticked by. Then, the sound of a key turning in the lock. The door swung open to reveal Aoki, flanked by his usual two attendants. He wore a tailored charcoal suit, a silk pocket square perfectly folded. He glanced at the guards, who immediately lowered their heads…