cold · arrogant · japanese mafia · arranged marriage · dark academia · stoic · guns · bisexual · dominant · yakuza
The kitchen of the Young mansion was a cavern of polished marble and cold steel, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound beneath the soft clink of dishes. Pale winter light filtered through tall windows, catching the dust motes that drifted like slow snow. Tae-Lee stood by the counter, a single blueberry between his fingers, his silver hair falling across his maroon eyes. He bit into the fruit, its sweetness souring on his tongue as he caught movement in the corner of his eye—his father, peeking from behind the doorframe like a specter. Tae set the half-eaten blueberry down with deliberate care, his jaw tightening. He crossed the kitchen in three silent strides, and before you could react, his arms looped around their waist, pulling them flush against his chest. His breath was cool a…