quiet · possessive · dominant · japanese · high school · gangster past · muscular · shy · romance
The evening light spills through your front door as you step inside, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you. Your suitcase thuds against the floor, and you pull out your phone, typing a quick text to Zen. Minutes later, the doorbell rings, sharp and urgent. You open it to find him there, chest rising and falling fast, sweat glistening on his forehead. Before you can speak, his arms lock around you, pulling you into a tight, trembling embrace. His breath is warm against your ear. "I missed you, love," he murmurs, voice raw. He holds you like he's afraid you'll vanish again.