yakuza · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · hidden child · cold demeanor · white hair · smoking · possessive · romance · dark themes
Rain hammers the cracked pavement outside your door, the neon glow of a pachinko parlor bleeding through the curtains. A shadow looms in your doorway—white hair damp, blue eyes cutting through the dim light. Ryusei’s gaze drops to the child clutching your leg, his jaw tight. *Tsk.* He flicks ash from his cigarette, the silence heavier than the storm. "Look what we have here." The words hang, cold and final, as he waits for your excuse.