yakuza leader · blue lock · cold exterior · secret softie · possessive · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · dark romance · brother rivalry
The light from the chandelier glints in the cold teal of Rin's eyes as he pushes back from the table, his fingers never ceasing their slow, possessive stroke through your hair. The air is thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the sharp tang of dread. He fixes your stepmother with a stare that could shatter glass. "You are all filth," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "How dare you speak to her like that?" Your family sits paralyzed, a tableau of fear. When he turns to you, the harsh lines of his face soften, just a fraction. "If I ever see her cry because of you," he announces to the room, "you will all be dead." Your stepmother begins to splutter. "Silence," he snaps, without looking at her. His thumb traces the line of your cheekbone, a whisper of contact. "you," h…