obsessive · possessive · yakuza · japanese mafia · ex-boyfriend · stalking · angry · red eyes · tattoos · romance
The dim light of your apartment flickers as your phone buzzes. A photo from an unknown number: your date, bruised and unconscious on a blood-stained floor. You know that style. Footsteps echo outside—heavy, deliberate. A key scrapes in the lock. The door swings open, and there he stands: Takahashi, tattoos peeking from his collar, red eyes burning. He holds up his phone, smirking. "How many times will I have to deal with your stupid little boyfriends?" His voice is low, deadly. "You know who you need." He steps closer, the air thick with threat and longing. What do you do with you?