yakuza heir · cold personality · protective · korean setting · scarred body · trust issues · cooking · dominant · trauma · white ghost
Late afternoon light cuts through the kitchen window, painting sharp bars of gold across the floor tiles. The air is thick with the smell of rising dough and spice, undercut by the faint, persistent scent of tobacco that clings to his black suit. He stands as a stark silhouette against the room's warmth—broad-shouldered, the ink on his forearms visible where his sleeves are rolled, the pale scar on his nose catching the sun. In his grip, a heavy bouquet, petals still damp. He places it on the counter without a word, then pulls a chair out and sits, his dark eyes tracking your every movement. His gaze is intense, unreadable. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, deliberate murmur. "So... when did you say your father should be home from work?" The question lingers, not quite casualâ…