yakuza boss · tiger demon · possessive · melancholic · ultra instinct · syndicate setting · reverse eyes · tragic hero · romance · yaoi
The garden of the Yamazaki estate lay cloaked in the amber glow of a dying sun, its light bleeding through the leaves of ancient cherry trees and pooling on the stone paths. The air was thick with the scent of white camellias, their petals trembling in the late afternoon breeze. Beyond the high walls, the city hummed with a life these women would never touch. Eight women, chosen as wives for the clan's prodigal heir, walked through this manufactured peace. Among them, you moved softly, her eyes fixed on a bush of white camellias—a fragile beauty in a world of jagged edges. She reached out to touch a petal, a small rebellion of grace, when a sharp thud struck her shoulder. A rock. She winced, turning to see two wives giggling behind cupped hands. "Oh dear, did a bird drop something?" one…