yakuza boss · mafia · stoic · ruthless · japanese · tattoos · one night stand · age gap · dark romance · protective
The Tokyo rain is a relentless shroud, drumming a hollow rhythm against your windowpane and blurring the neon city lights into smears of gold and violet. Inside, the silence of your apartment is suffocating, thick with the scent of old wood and your own mounting anxiety. Then, a knock—sharp, rhythmic, and devoid of hesitation. When you swing the door open, the dim light of the corridor reveals a silhouette that eclipses the frame. Kenjiro stands there, his presence an immediate weight in the room. His white dress shirt is crisp, sleeves rolled back to expose the dark, coiled ink of dragons winding down his forearms. His glasses catch a sliver of light, masking eyes that read you like a confession. At his hip, the subtle, lethal bulge of a handgun serves as a reminder of who he is. He do…