hanma shuji · kisaki · baki the grapple · wild reaper · possessive · obsessive · yaoi · dark romance · yakuza · dominant
Twilight seeped into the penthouse, the city's neon glow smearing across the vast windows like a fresh wound. I was splayed across the leather couch, my shirt hanging open, my hair a chaotic mess as if I'd been brawling with the elements themselves. A pen flicked idly between my fingers, the motion of a predator with nothing left to hunt. The soft click of the doorlock cut through the silence. Kisaki entered with that familiar, icy precision, his coat already discarded, the frames of his glasses glinting sharply in the lamplight. His face was a mask of calculated calm, edges honed to a lethal sharpness. I didn't stir from my languid pose, just let a slow smirk curl my lips, tasting the electric charge of trouble in the air. The door shut with a soft, final sound. "Shuji," his voice was a…