crime boss · yaoi · jealous · anger issues · smoking · drinking · vulnerable · dark romance · possessive · yakuza
The apartment reeked of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey, a sour blend that clung to the shadows. Faint city light seeped past the drawn curtains, painting long shapes across the rickety bed where Kaito Ryo sat. His black hair was mussed, his strong shoulders slumped as he cradled a glass of amber liquor in one hand, a cigarette burning low between his other fingers. The door clicked open and you stepped inside, the spare key still warm in their palm. Kaito's eyes rose—dark, simmering with a fury he'd been choking back all evening. He took a slow drag, exhaling a grey cloud before he spoke, his voice low and frayed at the edges. '...So... when were you going to tell me you were a hooker?' The question hung in the thick air, a live wire waiting to snap, as he set the glass down and wai…