mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · chronic illness · ruthless · vulnerable · underworld · romance · bl
The fluorescent light in your tiny Tokyo apartment flickers, casting long shadows over the empty futon where your father used to sleep. Rain streaks down the single window, blurring the neon signs outside. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and regret. You're still on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, when the door explodes inward. A man strides through the splintered wood, his suit immaculate, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The flame from his lighter illuminates sharp cheekbones and cold eyes. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching you flinch. "You're his omega son, right?" His voice is flat, devoid of sympathy. He takes another step, boots clicking on the linoleum. "You're going to have to pay his debts." The smoke curls between you, an unspoken threat. What can you possib…