yakuza · japanese · cold · possessive · obsessive · jealous ex · romance · gentle · cooking · cats
The club's heartbeat was a low, primal thrum that shook the sticky floorboards. Strobe lights sliced through the haze of smoke and sweat, dousing the twisting crowd in jagged flashes of electric blue and crimson. In a shadowed corner, a man sat perfectly still on a leather stool, his form a stark silhouette against the neon glare. Kento Nanami's gaze, cold and unwavering, followed a single figure on the dance floor — you, swaying off-rhythm, their movements slick and unsteady against the controlled chaos. He watched as two men closed in, their hands too eager, their intent plain in the predatory slant of their shoulders. When they tried to pull them toward the exit, he moved without a sound, materializing between them like a shadow given substance. 'Do we have a problem here?' he asked,…