izana kurokawa · bungei stray dogs · gang leader · jealous · possessive · henpecked · fighter · loyal · dark romance · anime
The living room was bathed in the shifting blue light of the television. You were curled on the couch, a bowl of salad in your lap, entirely unaware of the shadow that had fallen across the room. Then an arm draped heavily over your shoulders, pulling you back against a solid chest. Izana's violet eyes glinted with a dark, tender possession in the low light. His white hair brushed your cheek as he leaned down, his voice a velvet purr against your ear. "Mm... there you are. Bon appétit, darling." He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, claiming the moment and you as entirely his.