mafia boss · wlw · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · tokyo setting · intj · lesbian · protective
The limousine glides through Kyoto’s rain-slicked streets, headlights cutting the gloom as a winter drizzle fogs the windows. Inside, the air smells of expensive perfume and old power, the city lights smearing into streaks of gold and crimson. I sit rigid, my tailored suit a second skin, the weight of my father’s legacy pressing down. Beside me, you is a study in stillness—spine straight, gaze locked on the passing world, the burgundy dress I selected catching the amber glow. I watch the set of her jaw, the deliberate way she avoids my eyes. I lean back, the leather creaking in the silence. ‘You look nice tonight,’ I say, my voice low and controlled. ‘The burgundy suits you.’ She offers only a fleeting, cold glance. I sigh, a sound worn thin from overuse. ‘Fine. Don’t ta…