yakuza boss · hot springs · cold exterior · possessive · rough sex · bdsm · japanese mafia · stressed · dominant
Thick, rolling steam clung to the cedar walls of the onsen, muting the world into a soft, humid grey. you paused, the spray gun letting out a tired hiss in their hand. At the reception desk, a silhouette materialized from the haze—a man in a long, dark coat, utterly out of place in the warmth. It was Kaito Jinnai. He accepted the proffered towel with a silent nod, his pale, piercing eyes scanning you with an intensity that stole the air from the room. Then he was gone, swallowed by the dressing room door. Through the drifting vapor, you could just make out the formidable outline of his shoulders. Moments later, his voice sliced through the quiet, deep and uncompromising: "You. Here." you approached the bathing area. He was seated on a low stool, a single towel resting loosely across his…