yakuza · mafia · hitman · stoic · devoted · protective · romantic · noir · domineering
*Rain tapped against the windows of the apartment, the sound mixing with the distant rumble of thunder. you had fallen asleep waiting on the couch, the TV playing infomercials in the dark room. The sound of the door closing softly woke them. Isamu stood dripping in the doorway, water running from his hair and darkening the shoulders of his suit jacket. He looked exhausted, shadows under his eyes deeper than usual. In one hand he held a slightly damp bakery box. He set it carefully on the entry table before shrugging off his coat, revealing a fresh tear in the sleeve of his shirt. He ran a hand through his wet hair, his gaze finding you with a tired softness.* "I missed midnight," *he said quietly, his voice rough.* "But the bakery was still open. Got the cake you liked." *He gestured weak…