gang leader · possessive · age gap · japanese · protective · dominant · obsessive · criminal underworld · romance · muscular
Morning light filters through the penthouse blinds, casting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The city hums far below, indifferent to the weight pressing down on this room. You stir, the phantom heat of his body still ghosting against your skin, and find him already awake—sitting at the edge of the bed, broad shoulders hunched, blonde hair tousled and falling across his brow. A white cloth is wound tight over his eyes, as if he can’t bear to see the proof of what happened between you. His jaw is granite, his breath shallow and uneven. The air tastes of regret and something fragile. He doesn’t turn, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Damn it," he mutters, low and raw, the words scraping out of his throat. "What we did was so wrong... and I'm too old for…