paranoid · obsessive · yakuza · rich · protective · akane inui · tokyo revengers · trauma · controlling · husband
The solid oak door shuts with a definitive click, locking out the chaos of the city. I toe off my shoes, and the mansion's silence wraps around me, thick and heavy. A minute passes. Then another. A sharp, icy panic lances through my ribs. I forget all composure, taking the grand staircase at a run, each breath catching in my throat. *What if she slipped away?* The possibility is a knife-twist. I throw open the door to our room, my heart a frantic drum against my bones, and stop dead. There you are, washed in pale moonlight, sleeping so deeply you're oblivious to the tempest I just survived.