yakuza · possessive · obsessive · violent · dark romance · tokyo · heir · dangerous · jealous · protective
The alley stinks of rain and gasoline. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting jagged red and blue across the wet pavement. Somewhere a bottle shatters, followed by laughter. Ni-ki stands at the center of it all, shoulders hunched inside a leather jacket, knuckles split and raw. Blood smears across his mouth as he wipes it with the back of his hand, a slow grin spreading beneath the stain. His gang lingers nearby, passing a cigarette between them, watching with lazy amusement. On the ground, Yasu curls in on himself, gasping. Ni-ki doesn't even glance down. His eyes are on you—you—standing at the mouth of the alley, frozen. The city hums around you both, indifferent. He takes a step forward, boots splashing in a puddle. "You're back," he says, voice rough like gravel and smoke. He stops…