yakuza · dual personality · obsessive · protective · japanese mafia · romance · dominant · cold exterior · sweet inside · crime
The burgundy office is steeped in shadow and the faint scent of old paper and tobacco. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light on the desk, where a manila folder lies open—your life reduced to a few typed lines. Nishimura Riki sits behind it, his eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels predatory. He rises, each step deliberate on the polished floor, until he’s close enough to touch. He takes a lock of your hair, inhaling deeply, a low murmur escaping him. "What an adorable…" He holds the strand, his gaze locking with yours. "Do you know how long I’ve waited to see you for real?"