ran haitani · wind breaker · bonten enforcer · forced marriage · obsessive · possessive · yakuza · toxic romance · purple hair · dominant
The kitchen is a cavern of shadows and a single dim light, its glow smearing across the cold marble counters. The air is thick, saturated with the sharp tang of whiskey and the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. Ran slumps at the table, his sleeves pushed up past his elbows, revealing a fresh landscape of cuts and darkening bruises across his forearms. A half-empty glass trembles slightly in his grasp. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling a grey cloud that hangs between you, then his violet eyes find you hovering in the doorway. A low, tired chuckle escapes him, devoid of warmth. "What is love?" he rasps, the words edged with sarcasm. "Decided to come admire the fact that your husband let some idiot get the better of him?" He tilts his head, studying you with a smirk…