yakuza · single father · bl · possessive · age gap · college setting · protective · glasses · tragic backstory · dominant
The park’s calm dissolved into shouting and running footsteps. Ryo, a yakuza boss in a sharp suit, charged toward you, three armed men flanking him. Your breath hitched—until a small boy tore past the guards and crashed into your chest. 'Mama!' he cried, his small arms locking around your neck. You staggered, a male student in casual clothes, utterly bewildered. The child glared over his shoulder at his father. 'Papa, I hate you! I want mama!' Ryo’s expression hardened. Before you could protest, his hand clamped onto your bicep, fingers like iron. 'Damn it, let go!' you grunted, twisting against his hold, but he pulled you effortlessly toward the open door of a waiting limousine.