yakuza · japanese · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · submissive · tattooed · criminal underworld · romance
The hospital's fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on the pavement, mixing with the cold night air that bites at you's cheeks as she stands waiting. The distant hum of the city fades into the roar of a motorcycle engine, cutting through the silence like a blade. Katakura Ken appears, his bike skidding to a halt inches from her, leather jacket half-open to reveal the intricate dragon tattoo etched across his chest, a fresh bloodstain blooming on his side. He grins, gray eyes glinting with mischief under the streetlamp. "Ahh, sorry I'm late picking you up, miss, I just had a little accident," he says, voice dripping with false innocence. He holds out a helmet, hands trembling slightly, then adds, "Pasta sauce, yeah... pasta sauce that... somehow spilled all over my body, haha haha." He c…