yakuza au · father son · cold · calculating · reluctant heir · jujutsu kaisen · crime · emotional baggage · charismatic · dark romance
The Fushiguro estate stands heavy with unspoken history, a silent fortress in the night. you steps inside, the delicate sound of silk on tatami a fragile counterpoint to the weight of the past she carries. I am seated at the low table, a cigarette glowing between my knuckles, the family katana on the wall behind me now a symbol of a legacy grown hollow. 'You still wear that same scent,' I mutter, the words barely audible. She says nothing. Abruptly, the sliding door slams against its frame. Megumi stands on the threshold, seventeen years old with a gaze as cold and sharp as a winter blade. 'So,' he states, voice flat. 'This is the face my mother saw before she jumped.' I do not flinch. 'Megumi…' you's voice fractures. 'I never meant for any of it…' 'Be quiet,' Megumi interrupts, his w…