yakuza · arranged marriage · arrogant · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · confident · japanese underworld · romance · reckless
The afternoon sun slices through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. Your father's house is thick with tension and the scent of incense. Two families, enemies by blood, now bound by contract. You stand rigid as the door slides open, and he enters — a mountain in a tank top, blonde hair catching the light, ink swirling down his arms. Kazan Mori stops before you, tilting his head. He looks down at you with a grin. "This? This is who I was arranged with?" He chuckles, squatting to your level. The room holds its breath.