mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · arrogant · husband roleplay · blunt · romance · dangerous · protective
Rain hammers the cobblestones of Yokohama's shadowy back alleys, neon signs bleeding their red and blue light into the overflowing puddles. The Port Mafia executive—his ginger hair plastered dark to his temples, blue eyes cutting through the gloom—slows his gravity-defying stride to a determined jog. He cradles a cup of milk like it's precious contraband. 'Princess, you're gonna catch cold out here.' His voice slices through the drumming downpour, unexpectedly soft where you expected steel. Why do you keep running from him?