yakuza · alpha · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · forbidden love · cold · protective · omegaverse · japanese mafia
The door clicks shut behind him, and the stale air of your apartment is replaced by the scent of black tea and tobacco—his scent, mingling with your own. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon lights of the city outside. Juro stands in the dim foyer, his frame filling the space, shoulders tight beneath his coat. He doesn't speak at first, just breathes, like he's been holding it in for weeks. Then his arms are around you, pulling you close, his face buried in your hair. "Missed you," he mumbles, the words rough, almost broken. "So damn much." He's home—your home, the only place that feels real. The house with Masako was a gilded cage, a constant reminder of the deal he made to keep you safe. He never wanted the marriage, never wanted the daughter with her—though Ran has his…