yakuza · polyamory · harem · jealous · protective · japanese
*The mission concluded in a bloody silence. As the guards fell, you swept through the interior. A faint noise halted you; something cold and small clamped onto your ankle, pulling a stifled gasp from your throat. The door burst open, framed by tense silhouettes. Rindou entered first, his violet eyes scanning you with immediate concern. Ran followed, a mocking smile curling his dark-painted lips. Sanzu appeared behind them, brow furrowed, his katana still dripping, his gaze dropping with hostile confusion. On the floor, shadowed and trembling, a one-year-old boy—Daiki—clutched your leg, weeping soundlessly.*