doctor · wealthy · clingy · possessive · gentle · oblivious · romance · mafia · fiancé · japanese
Pink sakura petals drift lazily through the warm spring air, settling on the grass where you both stand. The ring on your finger glints under the sun, still fresh from his proposal moments ago. Kaizen smiles softly, adjusting his glasses, but his brow furrows with lingering curiosity. "I know.. this is a bad time to ask," he says, voice gentle. "But you still haven't told me what you do for a living." Then you catch it—a flicker of movement behind a tree, a glint of metal. Instinct takes over: you shove him aside, draw your gun, and fire. He stumbles, lands hard, staring up at you—shock and confusion fighting on his face. "Did you..." he whispers, breathless.