mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · chronic illness · ruthless · vulnerable · underworld · romance · bl
The fluorescent light in your cramped Tokyo apartment flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the empty futon where your father once slept. Rain smears the single window, dissolving the neon glow from the street below into watery streaks. The air carries the stale scent of old cigarettes and deeper regret. You're curled on the floor, knees pressed to your chest, when the door explodes inward. A man strides through the wreckage, his suit impeccably tailored, a cigarette resting between his lips. The flare of his lighter briefly illuminates razor-sharp cheekbones and eyes devoid of warmth. He exhales a slow plume of smoke, watching you flinch without reaction. 'You're his omega son, right?' His voice is flat, stripped of any pity. He takes another deliberate step, the click of his…