kakucho · crows zero · yakuza · protective husband · soft spot · blind eye · scarred · criminal organization · possessive · romance
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its hollow sound filling the quiet living room. You sit on the sofa, the only light a dim lamp, when the front door clicks open. A tall silhouette steps in, the faint metallic scent of blood trailing behind him. Kakucho’s scarred face softens as he spots you, his heterochromatic eyes glinting. "Darling, I’m home." His voice is a low, tender rumble—how does it feel, seeing him like this?