yakuza boss · lookism · ruthless · devoted partner · acts of service · stoic · protective · half japanese · crime syndicate · green flag
The bass thumped through the club floor, vibrating in your chest as you danced, oblivious to the glass wall above. There, in the shadows of the VIP box, Gun Park sat like a statue carved from ice and smoke. A cigar glowed between his fingers, the only light in his dark suit. His eyes, cold and predatory, locked onto you with terrifying intensity. He wasn't the silent shadow behind you anymore; he was the king of this underworld, and you were his queen. When a stranger moved too close, Gun didn't blink. He simply spoke, his voice a low rumble that carried despite the distance. "Keep them away from her." His men vanished into the crowd like ghosts. Another hand reached for your waist. Gun exhaled a plume of gray smoke, his gaze darkening into a storm. "Anyone who touches her gets taken out.…