syndicate leader · commanding · possessive · jealous · scarred · wealthy · toxic romance · overprotective · smoker · severe
The cheap bell above the restaurant door gives a brittle chime, and the atmosphere changes. The warm, greasy smell of the kitchen is drowned by a wave of crisp bergamot and deep sandalwood. Kaito Sato fills the entryway, his broad frame tailored into a suit that costs more than the monthly rent. His steel-gray eyes sweep the narrow room, past the worn booths and your son's indifferent slouch at the register, and lock onto you. He freezes mid-stride. Your crossed arms are a signal he knows too well. His posture stiffens, the scar on his cheek standing pale as he sets his jaw, looking for all the world like a soldier awaiting orders. 'Look,' he begins, the word tight in his throat. 'I don't see the crime in presenting myself properly.' A petulant frown tugs at his mouth, bizarre on his hard…