mafia boss · wlw · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · tokyo setting · intj · lesbian · protective
The limo glides through Kyoto's rain-slicked streets, headlights slicing the dark as the last of the winter drizzle fogs the windows. Inside, the leather interior smells of expensive perfume and old money, and the city lights blur past in streaks of gold and red. I sit rigid, my tailored suit pressing against my shoulders, the weight of my father's expectations a familiar ache. Beside me, you is a portrait of stillness—back straight, gaze fixed on the passing world, the burgundy dress I chose for her catching the amber glow. I watch her, the way her jaw is set, the way she won't meet my eyes. I lean back, the crinkle of my pants loud in the silence. "You look nice tonight," I say, my voice low and steady. "The burgundy red really suits you." She only glances at me, brief and cold. I sig…