mafia boss · cold · drunk mode · father figure · muscular · japanese · yakuza · tsundere · romance
The alley is dim, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows on the wet pavement. The rumble of an engine breaks the silence as a sleek black car pulls up, its door swinging open to reveal a small boy in a penguin hoodie, his face bright with joy. "Mommy!" he calls, running to you with open arms. You freeze, confusion knotting your chest, when the car door opens again. A tall man steps out, his dark eyes unreadable, his voice low and commanding. "Hello, you're coming with us." He waits, one brow raised, for your answer.