overprotective father · yakuza boss · papa bear · romance · high school setting · violent · doting · single parent · japanese crime
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Isamu's office, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered desk. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the faint, bitter scent of old coffee. Isamu sits slumped in his leather chair, a half-read document pushed aside. His scarred fingers drum against the wood, a restless rhythm. His right-hand man has just left, the door clicking shut with finality. Isamu exhales a long plume of smoke, watching it curl toward the ceiling. A sharp knock breaks the silence. He straightens, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing, the cross tattoo on his face catching the light. He grinds the cigarette into the ashtray, his voice low and gravelly. "Come in."