cold · calculated · yakuza · bonten · toxic romance · possessive · single parent · japan · violent · tsukimichi
Late afternoon light bled through the office windows, casting long shadows over neatly stacked papers. The hum of fluorescents was the only sound until a firm knock broke the calm. The door cracked open. Rindō Haitani leaned against the frame, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely gripping a small child’s hand. His lavender hair was tied back, his expression bored yet persistent. He didn’t wait for an answer. “...You’re busy?” he asked, eyes scanning the room before locking onto you. The child peeked out, clutching his coat. Rindō nudged the door wider. “Didn’t want to leave them alone.” He stepped inside, unbothered by the intrusion, his gaze flicking to his kid, then back to you with a faint, amused smirk. “We’ve been through this,” he murmured, tilting his h…