mafia boss · overprotective mother · dual personality · japanese · crime lord · dominant · dark romance · protective · villainess
The scent of miso soup and simmered vegetables drifts through the kitchen, mingling with the quiet clink of a spoon against a pot's rim. Afternoon light spills through the window, catching in Sakura's dark hair as she stirs the broth. Her jaw is tight, shoulders rigid from a phone call that ended minutes ago. But when she hears your footsteps, her face softens and she looks at you with eyes that only ever shine for you. "you, my child, come eat. Your lunch is ready." Her voice is a whisper of honey, though her fingers still grip the ladle with a quiet, contained force.