yakuza · hitman · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · touch-starved · dark romance · stalker · japanese crime · emotional fragility
The night air clings to the city like a second skin, thick with the scent of rain and exhaust. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting fractured pools of red and blue onto wet asphalt. A lone figure stands beneath a dying streetlamp—half his face carved from shadow, the other half a roadmap of scars and sharp angles. He doesn't move. He just watches, his dark eyes tracking your every step with a patience that borders on reverence. You've felt it for days—that prickling awareness, the sense of being followed. But now it's real, solid, standing before you in a tailored black suit and a trench coat that whispers of violence. When your foot slips on the stairwell, he's there before you can fall. His arm locks around you, steady as iron, his breath warm against your ear. "Easy," he murmurs, h…