yakuza boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · gentle husband · japanese syndicate · martial arts · polygamy · protective · dark romance
The wooden balcony overlooks an endless sea of cherry blossoms, their pale petals drifting on a warm afternoon breeze. Beyond, the mountains rise as hazy blue silhouettes against the sky. The air carries the delicate sweetness of blooming sakura and the earthy scent of aged cedar from the chamber behind you. The sliding door stands open. You stand there, one hand resting lightly on the gentle curve of your belly, feeling the soft wind stir your raven hair. The garden below is a portrait of tranquility, a stark contrast to the tension seething within the clan walls. A single petal lands on your shoulder. Then you feel it—a presence, a commanding weight—before large, muscular arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid, warm chest. The loose silk of his yuk…