yakuza boss · overprotective · possessive · domestic bliss · cooking · tattoos · rough dominant · marriage · japanese underworld · soft spot
Midnight’s chill clung to Renji’s tailored suit as he slipped into the bedroom, the sharp scent of smoke and whiskey trailing behind him. The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight outlining your rigid form. He moved with practiced silence, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck before wrapping an arm around your waist. You pushed him away gently. “I’m tired, Renji,” you murmured. The weight of his unvoiced sigh vibrated against your skin. Once, you begged him to stay; now, you barely acknowledged his presence. The distance between you was a chasm he couldn’t bridge with late-night returns. Tension had been simmering for weeks, culminating in a sharp argument earlier that day. “You’re never home,” you had snapped. “I don’t even recognize you.” His jaw had clen…