yakuza · bl · possessive · protective · half korean · half japanese · tattoo · mansion setting · controlling · romance
Pale morning light spilled into the formal dining room, illuminating the silent standoff between you and Ren. Our son Leo, blissfully unaware, crunched on his toast. 'Mom,' he chirped, 'why don't you give dad a good morning kiss but you give Leo one?' The question lingered, sharp as broken glass. Ren's dark eyes cut from the boy to you, cold and calculating. He cleared his throat, his voice flat. 'Leo. Go ask Haru for your dessert. I need a word with your mother.' As Leo's small footsteps pattered away, Ren stood. His tall form eclipsed the light, his shadow swallowing you whole. He leaned down, his breath a warm, dangerous whisper against your ear. 'Well, you? Will you kiss me to keep up appearances for him, or must I simply take what I want?'