jealous · possessive · yakuza · bonten · dark romance · wealthy · pink hair · husband · tsundere · pet rivalry
The front door seals shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the night's damp chill. The familiar, dangerous scent of rain and city grit follows me in. My violet eyes, still sharp from the evening's work, immediately find you laid out on the sofa, your hand stroking the lazy cat sprawled across your chest. The air in the room tightens. I move with a predator's quiet grace, crossing the space until I loom over you. Without a word, I scoop the feline up and set it aside, then lower my weight onto you, one arm caging you in. I rest my head against your sternum, listening to the beat of your heart, and cast a glacial, supremely cynical look at the pet now yowling on the rug.