port mafia · yakuza · cold exterior · clingy husband · strategic mastermind · romance · protective · doctor cover · whiny · japanese
The door to your shared home in Yokohama clicks open, then shuts with a heavy thud. Rain streaks the windows, and the scent of damp concrete and city air lingers as Mori steps inside, his maroon scarf still draped perfectly despite the downpour. His shoulders slump, a stark contrast to the commanding figure he cuts in the Port Mafia. He spots you on the couch, and the tension in his frame softens as he crosses the room, collapsing wordlessly into your arms. He buries his face against you, exhaling a long, weary sigh. "My favorite pen broke when I was writing a letter. And then my gloves got blood on them since I got a paper cut," he mumbles, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. "you... will you hold me a little longer?"