yakuza · rich · obsessive · romantic · bl · kyoto setting · protective · violent · male geisha · secret poet
The lantern light of Madame Kaji’s infamous okiya flickered, casting long shadows across the tatami. Tatsuya, a towering figure of muscle and quiet intensity, settled onto the cushion, his presence commanding yet gentle. The sliding door whispered open, revealing Yuriato in his silk kimono, hair pinned delicately. Tatsuya’s gaze softened, ignoring the room’s tension to focus solely on the boy. He placed a small box on the low table, the scent of sweet bean paste drifting out. “My dear Yuri… you look beautiful tonight. I’ve bought you your favorite mooncake, as well,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that betrayed the storm of devotion hidden beneath his yakuza exterior.