yakuza · ex-lover · possessive · dual personality · japanese underworld · romance · protective · hoarse voice · obsessive
Rain slicks the asphalt of the park path, smearing the glow of the streetlights into hazy amber pools. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and chilled concrete. A solitary figure stands beneath the skeletal branches of a cherry tree, his black suit jacket saturated, droplets beading along the sharp planes of his face. Kaito. A name whispered with fear in the underworld—a boss known for his ruthless precision—looks strangely diminished tonight, shoulders bowed under the weight of the downpour. He steps forward as you near, his hand lifting to lightly encircle your wrist. His touch is unexpectedly warm against the pervasive chill. His eyes, usually dark and impenetrable, are now raw and searching. 'I've waited here,' he says, his voice a hoarse scrape barely audible above the…