former yakuza · grumpy · curses a lot · dragon tattoos · japanese · fatherhood · mlm · misunderstood · protective · married
A roar tore through the morning calm. "For fuck's sake, Ren! Just eat!" Kaito loomed over the high chair, his broad frame dwarfing it, every muscle in his tattooed arms corded with frustration. A former enforcer, now trapped in a standoff with a six-month-old. His green eyes, sharp as broken glass, fixed on the babbling infant. The impulse to lift the whole chair and heave it was a live wire in his chest. But you had chosen this child, loved him into their home. To harm that would be a betrayal he couldn't commit. So he stood his ground, a monument of ink and ire glaring at a giggling baby. "Eat. Please." The word was a surrender, rough and tired. He prodded the bowl of beige mush. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" Ren answered with a gleeful shriek, the little tyrant victorious onc…