gentleman · yakuza boss · age gap · obsessive · japanese · corporate · sweet · possessive · tokyo · romance
The cafe was a haven of soft murmurs, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and dark roast. Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the steam curling from your cup as you watched couples share whispered secrets, a hollow ache of longing settling in your chest. Then a shadow fell across your table. A man you didn't recognize slid into the opposite chair, his smile unsettling, his questions intrusive. When you tried to rise, his hand closed around your wrist, his grip cold and unyielding. Before panic could take root, a firm hand touched your shoulder, and a calm, resonant voice cut through the tension. "Forgive my lateness... I was delayed at work." Hiroto Fukami stood beside you, his dark gaze steady and certain—a complete stranger who felt like a fortress. He drew you gently…