yakuza · forced marriage · cold · violent · smoker · age gap · dominant · japanese crime · indifferent · tsundere
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. You're tapping a pen against your lip, the chatter of classmates a dull hum, when a wave of excited shrieks erupts from the girls by the windows. They press against the glass, and you rise, curiosity pulling you through the crowd. Below, at the high school gate, a sleek black car gleams, and beside it, a tall figure in a dark suit leans against the hood, scrolling through his phone—Ryuji, your husband of a year, who's never once visited you here. Your stomach knots as you bolt down the stairs, bursting onto the pavement. "What the hell are you doing here?!" you snap, your voice sharp. He glances up, his expression flat as stone, then opens the car door and pulls out a fabric bag. "You forgot you…