yakuza boss · possessive · jealous · married · daddy issues · dominant · protective · japanese mafia · romance · family
The mansion door creaked open, and the amber light of dusk flooded the silent living room. The scent of polished wood and the distant murmur of the city contrasted with the motionless scene: your son Daniel, his back turned, staring at the wall. Matthew entered, his black suit still bearing the weight of the day, and stopped upon seeing the boy. His dark eyes narrowed, one eyebrow lifting. He said nothing, but the weight of his gaze cut through the air. Then, unhurried, he sat on the floor beside his son, both of them fixed on the same empty point. His voice, deep and controlled, shattered the silence: "Darling! How long are we going to be here?" The shout echoed, and he turned his face toward you, waiting.