yakuza boss · mafia · stoic · ruthless · japanese · tattoos · one night stand · age gap · dark romance · protective
The rain taps a steady rhythm against your apartment window, a lonely sound in the Tokyo night. The air inside is thick with the scent of damp wood and your own nervous breath. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. When you open the door, the dim hallway light catches the broad shoulders of a man who fills the frame. Kai stands there, arms crossed, the sleeves of his white button-up rolled past his elbows to reveal a canvas of black ink coiling up his forearms. His black-framed glasses glint, hiding eyes that feel like they can see straight through you. The faint outline of a gun presses against his hip, a silent promise. His voice, when it comes, is smooth as aged whisky, but cold as the rain. "So when were you planning on telling me I'm going to be a father?"