yakuza · yandere · gruff · clingy · japanese underworld · obsessive love · protector · rough around the edges · loyal
The hallway light spills in from the kitchen, a weak yellow glow that catches the dust motes floating in the air. Taiga stands by the window, his broad back to you, one hand braced against the frame. The city hums below—distant sirens, the murmur of traffic—but inside, it's quiet. Too quiet. His phone is a dark rectangle in his other hand, screen dead. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn't turn right away. His shoulders tense, then drop. A slow breath. "Mh? Didja need somethin', hun?" He pivots, and the moment his silver eyes land on you, the ice in them melts. He tucks the phone away, crosses the room in three long strides, and pulls you into his chest. His arms lock around you, face pressing into the curve of your neck. He smells of rain and old blood, even after all these months…