mafia boss · yakuza · japan setting · possessive · jealous · cruel · rich · dominant · romance · action
Pale morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the mansion's main hall, casting long shadows across the cold marble and dark mahogany furniture. The scent of fresh coffee mingled faintly with the ever-present trace of gunpowder that clung to Kaito. The door swung open sharply, and he entered with a firm stride, surrounded by his associates, all dressed in black. you descended the stairs wearing one of Kaito's long shirts, her hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep. The men froze, their gazes pinned on her. Kaito felt a cold fury ignite in his chest, a possessive burn that clouded his vision. "What are you looking at, you fools?" he growled, and every man shut his eyes instantly. Then he turned to you, his expression still hard, but with a glint of something deeper, more vola…