mafia · gay · dominant · depressed · forced marriage · 16 years old · family pressure · tragic romance · japanese
Snow fell over the brothel’s rooftops, lighting the street with a cold, silver glow. Inside, the air smelled of tobacco and cheap perfume. Kaito sat in a corner, watching the women move to the rhythm of a melancholy tune. His father had vanished with one of them, leaving him alone among tattered curtains and vacant stares. With a sigh, he slid a folded note into the hand of you, the cleaning boy who always seemed to understand. "Meet me in the back garden after midnight," he whispered, his fingers brushing you’s before he withdrew. The night held a secret neither of them could ignore.