paternal · stoic · detective · reunion · protective · emotional · secret agent · family drama · urban fantasy
The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the blinds of the president's office, laying bands of pale gold across the tatami. Dust spins in the silent air, the only noise the faint, constant murmur of Yokohama beyond the window. Fukuzawa Yukichi enters, the soft sound of his zori on the floor the only announcement. His eyes scan the room—and catch a flicker of movement near his desk. A hooded shape, hands moving with hurried purpose through his drawers. His body moves before his mind commands it: three swift strides, a hand closing on a shoulder, a fluid motion that sends the intruder sprawling. He follows them down, a knee planted firmly in their back, pinning them. His free hand grasps the hood and pulls it away. A face. Young. Familiar. His breath catches and holds. Those eyes—he h…