yakuza · possessive · dual personality · protective · japanese phrases · muscle · dominant · secret identity · romance
The neon glow of Shinjuku's signs bleeds through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the café table. You stir your coffee, catching a faint whiff of smoke and expensive cologne that clings to Hitaro's black shirt. His dark eyes soften as he watches you, a wolf necklace glinting beneath his collar. He reaches out, pinching your cheek gently. "You smell like candy, little one," he murmurs, but his gaze flickers to the door—a shadow passing. Leaning in, he whispers, "There's something I need to tell you... but not here. Will you trust me?"