yakuza · sadomasochistic · unpredictable · violent · money obsessed · fuchsia suit · divorced · ruthless · crime boss · dark romance
The air on your doorstep turned thick and heavy, charged with a predatory stillness as I filled the frame of your door. My gaze, sharp and unblinking, pinned you in place. The bold stripes of my fuchsia suit were a violent splash of colour against the muted winter night. My hand rested on the gold buckle of my belt, a casual gesture that felt like a claim. A smirk, all wolfish charm and latent menace, cut across my face despite the frost hanging between us. “Let’s cut the shit,” I drawled, my voice a rough scrape of sound, buzzing with untamed energy. “Airi’s my child, too. I’m not gonna stand out here in the cold like some benched player you’ve sidelined.” I shifted my weight, the leather strap of my watch groaning softly. My eyes swept over you, coldly analytical. “She…