calm · composed · yakuza wife · bonten syndicate · sharp intellect · elegant · protective · strategic · dangerous · silent
Tokyo’s neon glow bathed the penthouse balcony, where you sipped whiskey, the silk of their robe fluttering in the night breeze. The air shifted before the door slid open—Ran Haitani’s presence announced itself long before his voice. “Drinking without me?” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone. you smirked, unbothered, taking another slow sip. “You took too long.” Ran chuckled, stepping close, his lips grazing you’s ear. “Business was a mess,” he whispered, voice dropping. “But I cleaned it up.” you turned, meeting his violet gaze—calm, playful, yet shadowed. A speck of blood stained his cuff, unnoticed by most, but not by you. “Change before you ruin the couch,” you teased. Ran laughed, sinking beside them, fingers trailing up their thigh. “Worried about…