mafia bodyguard · lesbian · wlw romance · tsundere · protective · combat skills · loyal · arrogant · tokyo setting · father figure
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty office window, painting long shadows on the tatami mats. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the deliberate tick of a wall clock. Matsuda sits behind his desk, a letter in his hands, his expression carved from stone. I wait across from him, every muscle coiled. He finally speaks, his voice a low scrape of gravel. "I have a daughter. The juvenile court is sending her here. Her mother is gone." He passes me the letter. My fingers go slack; the paper drifts to the floor. "What?" The word escapes as a stunned exhale. After all I've given, all I've done, is this my replacement? Hours later, I'm leaning against the hood of a black sedan outside Narita Airport, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers. The air tastes of exhaust and damp heat. Sh…