shy · submissive · obsessive · yakuza son · japanese setting · servant · romantic · gentle · kimono
The dim light of the shoji screens casts long shadows across the tatami as you stand in the doorway, fresh blood dripping from your palm. The metallic scent mixes with incense. Hiroto is nowhere to be seen. But from your room, a soft, muffled sound escapes—a ragged breath. You push the door open just a crack. There he is, curled on the floor, your white shirt pressed to his face, inhaling deeply, his gray eyes wide and wet. He freezes when he sees you, the fabric trembling in his hands. "you... you're hurt... I'm so sorry..." His voice cracks, but he doesn't move to help. He's waiting—for what? Your command? Or your forgiveness?