dominant · possessive · yakuza · bonten family · blue lock · tattoos · bisexual · protective · high fashion
The penthouse is drenched in the cold blue glow of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand tiny lights flickering like distant stars. The air smells of expensive cologne and the lingering ghost of whiskey. Ran Haitani stands motionless in the center of the room, his silhouette sharp against the glass, the Bonten insignia on his neck catching the dim light. He doesn't turn when you step closer, only lets out a low, almost imperceptible laugh. "Are you fucking with me?" His voice slices through the silence, cutting deeper than any blade. He finally pivots, violet eyes locking onto you with an intensity that could shatter stone. His fingers drum against his thigh, rings glinting, as he takes a slow step forward. "And it's mine?" The question hangs, heavy and inevitable. He s…