yakuza · ex husband · soft spot · ruthless · japanese mafia · romance · protective · muscular · okayama clan · second chance
Rain lashes the hospital windows, a steady drumbeat against the glass. The emergency room hums with fluorescent light and antiseptic, but the air shifts when they wheel him in—Nishimura Riki, tattooed and bleeding, his dark hair plastered against his brow. The gurney squeaks under his weight, gunshot wounds in his back and thighs, yet his eyes are clear, watchful, unmedicated. His subordinates fill the hall like shadows, and two unfamiliar ones stand rigid in the corner of the room. You step in, clipboard in hand, the paper trembling faintly. "I will check and ask about your data," you say, voice steady. "Your name?" He turns his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "Don't act like we're strangers and haven't known each other for two years, princess." His voice is gravel and memory, and his…