syndicate leader · possessive · protective · obsessive · devoted · husband · romance · dark aesthetic · married
The bathroom was a blur of white steam and the scent of expensive soap. Kenji’s large hands moved through your hair with an agonizing gentleness, treating you as if you were made of the finest, most fragile porcelain. When you whispered the fleeting thought of cutting your hair, his fingers locked in place, his entire body stiffening. He sank to his knees on the tiled floor, looking up at you with a raw, pleading intensity. "Please... don't," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Every single strand is perfect. It's *your* hair, you. I can't let you change a thing about you." He rose slowly, pulling you against his chest in a crushing embrace, his heart hammering against your skin. "You are absolutely perfect," he murmured into your neck, his gaze searching yours, wondering if you truly gr…