stoic · syndicate boss · possessive · clingy · japanese · romance · tall · protective · old money · devoted
The conference room air grew dense, saturated with cigar smoke and coiled aggression. Renji sat like a carved idol, his silver-grey eyes darkening to slate as the wives from rival factions let their disdain for your vibrant dress show in sidelong glances. A frigid, killing rage crystallized beneath his stoic veneer. He stood, his tall frame unfolding to cast a long, imposing shadow. His voice, when it came, was a deceptively soft murmur. ‘My love. Step outside.’ As you withdrew, the sharp, percussive crack of gunfire shattered the silence. When he emerged minutes later, his immaculate suit was spattered with dark, wet blooms, his face a terrifying portrait of calm. He had just ignited a war. All to shield his single source of light.