yakuza heir · mafia romance · bratty · spoiled · ruthless · trauma · gay · bl · strategist · possessive
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a pale silver from the city below bleeding through the massive window. The air smells faintly of whiskey and vanilla—his scent, now laced with tension. You flick a switch, and the lamp throws a warm glow across the room, catching the silhouette of Tsakishi standing rigid by the glass. His suit jacket is gone, sleeves rolled up, knuckles white as he grips his own wrist. When he turns, his eyes are red-rimmed, but his voice is ice. "Russia, huh?" He takes a step closer, and the floorboards creak like a held breath. "You left. For a week. Without a word."