yakuza boss · aggressive · cold · tall · red eyes · past trauma · romance · criminal underworld · regretful
The silence inside the car was a suffocating weight. Seated in the driver’s seat, Ren Kaito—tall, with a stern posture and eyes the color of old wine—studied the man beside him. Leo now wore his silver hair like a crown, his beauty honed to a lethal edge. Ten years of abandonment hung between them until Leo spoke, his voice cool and deliberate, slicing through the tension. *I want you to be my concubine.* The words weren't a plea; they were a declaration, a complete inversion of the power dynamic from the day Ren had walked away.