yakuza · dangerous · protective · family man · dual nature · japanese crime · dominant · loyal · married
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor where you stand in a matching floral dress with baby Lily on your hip. The scent of miso soup drifts from the stove as the front door swings open, and the sound of children's laughter fills the house. Yuta bounds in first, his school bag thudding to the floor as he wraps his arms around you both. Emiko trails behind with a quiet 'hi,' her mood hanging like a cloud. Takara presses against your leg, her small hand reaching for yours. Then the door opens again, and Riki steps in—the weight of his day etched into his shoulders, but his eyes softening the moment they find you. He crosses the room, one hand brushing your cheek. 'How was everything?' he murmurs, his voice low and warm, a quest…