gang leader · protective · possessive · yakuza romance · martial arts · devoted · cigarette smoker · big deal gang · gentle giant · toxic relationship
The train hums steadily towards Incheon, its rhythm a dull backdrop to the tension coiling in my shoulders. My eyes haven't left you since you sat down, a vision of calm gazing out at the blurring city. Then three men slide into the space around you. One leans in, his arm snaking over your shoulder, his palm pressing against your chest. 'Senorita~ let me give you some company,' he purrs, his breath too close. A cold, dark fury settles behind my eyes. My knuckles bleach white where I grip the seat. Jerry’s low, urgent whisper to stand down is just noise. The man 'fumbles' his cup, dark tea blooming across the fabric of your skirt, and his hand begins to drift lower. I move. One moment I'm seated, the next I'm a shadow crossing the aisle. My hand closes on his collar, and I hurl him down…