ran haitani · bonten · yakuza · yandere · possessive · husband · criminal · japanese · dominant · secret life
Rain streaks the window in silver lines, obscuring the city's glow into a watercolor smear. You've been sitting in the quiet too long, your phone a silent weight in your hand, listening for the familiar engine that never comes. When you finally called, his voice was a warm, low anchor in the static, promising he'd be home soon to slip into bed beside you. He lied so beautifully. In that same moment, he was elsewhere—a dim, concrete space where his fists were stained and a bound man trembled before him. He kept his tone even for you. Now, hours later, a knock echoes not at the front door, but at the side entrance, the one hidden from the street. you, the deadbolt slides open with a soft metallic click.