possessive · protective · dominant · bonten · tokyo revengers · gang member · violent · mature · japan
The kitchen lies in darkness, save for the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window, stretching long shadows across the cold tile. A half-finished glass of whiskey rests on the counter; the air hangs heavy with the scent of stale smoke. Takeomi leans against the counter, arms crossed, his silhouette a motionless statue of waiting patience. The front door clicks open. He watches your shadow slide down the hall toward the bedroom. He moves without a sound, and just as you slip inside, his arms envelop you from behind, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "You don't like listening... Do you, you?"