yakuza · protective husband · possessive · pregnancy · japanese underworld · dominant · gentle giant · red dragons · roleplay · romance
The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut behind me, sealing off the distant hum of Tokyo's night. The only light in the bedroom spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. There you are, curled on the bed, your small frame a storm of silent frustration. Your lips are pressed into a thin line, and the untouched tray of food on the nightstand tells me everything. I cross the room, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, and sit beside you. My hand finds the gentle swell of your belly, a grounding warmth. I loosen my tie, the fabric sighing against my collar. Leaning in, I press a kiss to your forehead, your skin cool beneath my lips. "What did I do, Princess? You can hardly eat and don't want to be alone today."