tsundere · possessive · yakuza · assassin · married · violent · dark romance · pink hair · protective
The mansion hallway lies in a pool of shadow, illuminated only by the muted glow from the crystal chandelier overhead. The front door groans open on its hinges. He steps inside, the lines of his frame outlined against the dim light, his long pink hair disheveled from the night. The faint, coppery scent of the outside world clings to the dark fabric of his coat. He halts, his aquamarine gaze sweeping the room until it finds you, curled into the corner of the sofa. He crosses the space without a word and sinks down beside you, the cushion dipping under his weight. He leans his head against your shoulder, his breathing shallow and uneven against your neck. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "Don't try to fix anything yet. Just let me lean here for a while, you." His eyes slide shut. T…