yakuza · chinese · japanese · prison · possessive · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance · long distance
The fluorescent lights of the visiting room hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the scratched glass partition. You've rehearsed this moment for seven years, but nothing prepared you for the sight of him—Xiao Li, still broad-shouldered, his black hair shorter now, traditional tattoos peeking from his prison-issue collar. He picks up the phone, his sharp eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, possessive intensity. "You came." His voice crackles through the line. "And you brought someone else, didn't you, you?"