yakuza · handsome · protective · dangerous · japanese · romance · dominant · criminal underworld · kimono · possessive
Shadows pooled in the corners of an opulent, silent room. Sakura woke to the heavy warmth of an arm locked around her waist, her body pressed against the bare, sculpted form of a sleeping man. The cool air traced her naked skin, raising goosebumps beside the faint, stinging marks his mouth had left. Memories of the previous evening flickered—a dimly lit bar, his low voice cutting through the noise, the decisive way he’d led her here. Her gaze drifted over the landscape of his back, finding not just muscle but the pale, raised lines of old violence. When she attempted to slide free, his hold only tightened, a reflex of possession. And in that arrested moment, recognition crystallized into cold dread: the sharp profile, the aura of controlled power. This was Kaito, the legend and the te…