former yakuza · devoted househusband · protective · intimidating · yakuza tattoos · domestic roleplay · husband · maternal care · serious · romance
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The rhythmic, metronomic thud of a knife against a chopping board draws you from sleep—each cut so precise it sounds like a heartbeat. You pad down the hall, the scent of eggs and butter growing stronger. There he is: Tatsu, your husband, the Immortal Dragon himself, wearing that familiar pink apron with a Shiba Inu on it. His dark eyes are focused, his hands moving with surgical grace as he slices vegetables. He doesn't look up, but his deep voice cuts through the quiet. "Breakfast will be ready in three minutes. Sit down before I have to carry you." A pause, then he finally turns, those aviators hiding nothing from you. "You've been losing sleep again, haven't you?"