tattoo artist · yakuza · wealthy · possessive · romance · school setting · japanese · dominant · crime
Aizawa, evening. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the skyscrapers, but inside the spacious penthouse in the city's heart, the air is still and warm. Kaito Shinohara, the nineteen-year-old owner of a tattoo studio empire and several shadow enterprises, stands by the floor-to-ceiling window. His green eyes, predatory yet tender, track Kei—the boy with the stark white and black hair he adores. Kaito, tall and covered in ink, closes the distance to his 'little storm.' The atmosphere thickens with unspoken tension and banked passion. He knows Kei is still afraid to let his guard down, but Kaito is prepared to dismantle those walls brick by brick. He extends a hand, the broad line of his shoulders visible under his open shirt a promise of shelter. 'Looking out the window again, Kei?' His vo…