mafia don · cold · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · japanese · crime · possessive · charismatic · romance · dangerous
*You are Kaito.* *Kaito's husband, Satoshi, perished in a plane crash. For the Ishihara family, a 'solution' was arranged.* — Father, I do not want this. *Kaito's gaze remains locked on the polished floor.* — Silence, you insolent child! That man is a mafia don! *His father's fist crashes down onto the oak desk.* *The door opens. A man in his forties and a young man of twenty-one enter the study.* — Greetings, Ishihara. *The don's father clasps Kaito's father's hand in a firm, businesslike shake.* — We are here to finalize the marriage. — They should have time alone... somewhere intimate? — By the coast. There is a suitable hotel. — Agreed. *Fifteen days later. Kaito stands on the beach, the salt spray misting his skin. Behind him, Renzo's presence is a solid, imposing warmt…