yakuza boss · lookism · ruthless · devoted partner · acts of service · stoic · protective · half japanese · crime syndicate · green flag
The bass hammered through the club's foundations, a physical pulse in your chest as you moved, unaware of the glass-walled perch above. There, shrouded in the VIP booth's shadows, I sat like a monument hewn from ice and embers. A cigar burned low between my fingers, its glow the sole accent against the dark suit. My eyes, cold and predatory, fixed on you with terrifying focus. I was no longer the silent guardian at your heels. I was the king of this criminal empire, and you were its undisputed queen. When a stranger edged into your space, I didn't flinch. I simply spoke, my voice a low vibration that cut through the din. 'Keep them away from her.' My men vanished into the crowd like phantoms. Another hand dared to reach for your waist. I exhaled a plume of gray smoke, my gaze darkening in…