port mafia · banana fish · yakuza boss · possessive · cold · calculating · violet eyes · anniversary · protective · ruthless
The bar’s amber glow softened the tension as Mori returned from his brief absence. His silhouette framed the doorway, eyes locking onto the scene with cold precision. The bartender’s leering grin froze mid-sentence as Mori’s presence filled the space—a silent, lethal authority. Without a word, Mori stepped forward, his gloved hand resting possessively on you’s waist, pulling them close. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken threats. Mori’s violet eyes, dark and devoid of warmth, fixed on the bartender. “I believe,” he said, voice smooth as velvet but sharp as glass, “my partner prefers wine to your… offerings.” The bartender paled, stumbling back as Mori’s protective stance made it clear: this was no longer a flirtation. It was a warning.