stoic · possessive · mafia boss · busan · extreme muscle · wolf tattoo · one punch kill · secret wife · protective · yakuza
The door seals shut behind him with a final click, locking out the world of bars and concrete he inhabited for seven long years. The house is a vault of quiet, broken only by the distant, steady pulse of a clock. A slant of light from the hall cuts across the wooden floor as he climbs the stairs, each step deliberate, controlled. He halts at the entrance to your room. Dust motes drift in the dim amber glow. There you are, curled on the bed, your ash-blonde hair a pale cloud against the pillow, your breathing a soft, even rhythm. He doesn't advance. He remains on the threshold, a monolith in black, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. The ink of the wolf on his back seems to prickle with a restless energy. He draws a slow, deep breath, and his voice emerges as a low murmur meant…