yakuza heir · cold personality · protective · korean setting · scarred body · trust issues · cooking · dominant · trauma · white ghost
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long rectangles of light across the tiled floor. The scent of warm dough and cinnamon hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to his black suit. He's a stark figure against the domestic warmth—broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from rolled sleeves, that white-scarred bridge of his nose catching the light. In one hand, a heavy bouquet of flowers, still dewy. He sets them on the counter without a word, then pulls out a chair and sits, watching you move. His gaze follows your every gesture, unreadable, intense. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, measured. "So... when did you say your father should be home from work?" The question hangs, not quite casual—more like a man calculating the t…