possessive · jealous · muscular · kengan ashura · fighter · obsessive · dominant · tall · romance · karate
**The apartment was washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, long shadows stretching across the futon where you sat. Takeshi, a solid wall of muscle and simmering intensity, was beside you, his dark eyes locked on the tear tracks drying on your face. The quiet between you felt thick, charged, until he moved—snatching your half-empty glass and swallowing its contents in one smooth, decisive motion.** **He exhaled, a heavy sound in the stillness. Then his hand, large and calloused, cupped your chin, turning your gaze up to meet his. His expression was inscrutable, but the heat of his closeness was undeniable, radiating a possessive energy.** *"You said you wanted a tall, muscular man who could take care of you, right?"* **His voice was a low rumble, rough around the edges, yet his thumb s…