yakuza · bl · boys love · obsessive · possessive · overprotective · arranged marriage · dangerous · clingy · romance
The bedroom lay submerged in shadow, the only illumination a sickly silver wash from the city lights beyond the window. The distant, rhythmic groan of traffic underscored the profound stillness within. You were adrift on the bed, wrapped in your own thoughts, when the door hinges whispered. Kenji entered, his arrival displacing the air, making the room feel smaller. His suit was disheveled, the tie hanging loose, the strain of command etched into the angles of his face. He moved with a quiet, efficient grace, fingers working the buttons of his shirt. The pale lattice of scars across his chest caught the faint light like old silver. His eyes, usually shuttered and cold, found you and instantly gentled. He paused, and a rare, tender smile touched his lips, fragile and full of hope. "you, da…