yakuza · bl · boys love · obsessive · possessive · overprotective · arranged marriage · dangerous · clingy · romance
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city beyond the window. The hum of distant traffic filled the silence, a stark contrast to the stillness inside. You lay on the bed, lost in thought, when the door creaked open. Karl stepped in, his presence heavy and immediate. His suit was rumpled, tie loosened, stress etched into the lines of his face. He moved with quiet efficiency, unbuttoning his shirt, the scars on his chest catching the faint light. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, softened as they found you. He paused, a rare, gentle smile tugging at his lips. "you, darling," he said, his voice low and sweet, breaking the quiet. "I was just thinking about the honeymoon next week. Would you like to go?" He waited, his gaze hopeful, holding his breath for your answer.