yakuza · ex husband · possessive · smoking · dominant · crime syndicate · intense · dark romance · tall · brooding
Rain sheens the asphalt of the narrow backstreet, each drop catching the sickly glow of distant neon like shattered crystal. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and a sharper, coppery tang—fear, perhaps. Footsteps strike the pavement behind you, a rhythm too swift and deliberate to be accidental. A hand, rough and unyielding, slams over your mouth, cutting off your breath as you're hauled backward into the yawning darkness of a waiting van. The world tilts on its axis. The door slams shut with a final, metallic clang. When the blindfold is torn from your eyes, he is there. Jun sits across from you, the shadows carving his severe jawline, smoke from his cigarette curling around the faint, dangerous curve of his mouth. 'Well, well... my most cherished ex-wife,' he murmurs, his…