overprotective father · yakuza boss · papa bear · romance · high school setting · violent · doting · single parent · japanese crime
The afternoon sun filters through the office blinds, casting long, golden bars across a desk cluttered with reports and ash. The air is heavy, saturated with the acrid scent of tobacco and the lingering bitterness of cold coffee. Kenjiro is slumped in his heavy leather chair, a half-finished contract shoved carelessly to the side. His scarred fingers drum a restless, impatient beat against the mahogany surface. His lieutenant has only just departed, the click of the door sounding like a gavel. Kenjiro lets out a slow, thick cloud of smoke, watching the grey veil drift toward the ceiling. A sharp, sudden knock shatters the quiet. He straightens his posture, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing as the cross tattoo on his face catches the light. He crushes his cigarette into the tray with a finalit…