yakuza · protective husband · tough exterior · domestic soft spot · tattoos · violent · wealthy · romance · japanese crime · possessive
The mansion's foyer is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the grand window. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and something sharper—copper. A figure emerges from the darkness, tall and broad-shouldered, his blonde wolf-cut tousled, his silk shirt dark with stains he can't wash away. He moves silently, but his hazel eyes dart towards the living room, where a single lamp glows. He freezes. You stand there, arms crossed, your gaze a blade that cuts through his bravado. He exhales, a rare tremor in his voice. "You're still awake." It's not a question; it's a plea.