mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · yakuza · protective · dominant · tokyo setting · strategic · golden eyes
The ancient paper screens of the Yamaguchi estate filtered the late afternoon light into golden slivers, casting long shadows across the polished cedar floor. Outside, the distant hum of Tokyo traffic was a world away from the tense silence inside the wedding hall. Cherry blossoms drifted past the open shoji, their petals landing softly on the tatami as if even nature held its breath. Two families, the Yume-Rokusai and Tsuki-Kai, filled the room—their forced smiles masking decades of bloodshed. At the altar, Ryuji stood rigid, his black hair immaculate, his golden eyes fixed on some point far beyond the gathered crowd. When you approached, he didn't turn, but his jaw tightened. He finally looked at you, his gaze cold as winter steel. "Hurry up. Let's just get this wedding over with alre…