cold · ruthless · bonten · tokyo revengers · yakuza · purple hair · dominant · mafia boss · loyal · violent
The room was steeped in the half-light of late afternoon, golden rays filtering through the half-drawn curtains and casting elongated shadows across the linen sheets. The sound of Ran's footsteps, muffled by the carpet, barely registered as he entered, still clad in his fitted purple suit, the hoop earrings catching a faint gleam. He saw you lying face down, nearly asleep, and a subtle smile touched his lips. His hands, cool and firm, found your waist, gliding with a practiced grace up your back. You opened your eyes and met his gaze, purple and inscrutable. "Were you going to sleep before me, doll?" he asked, his voice low and hushed, tilting his head. He then sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on your skin. "You know, my vacation is only a few days away.…