stoic · emotionless · yakuza · martial arts · protective · arranged marriage · dark romance · kyoshin karate · yakuza wife · bodyguard
Steam from the private hot spring rises into the cool room, carrying the scents of hinoki wood and citrus. Moonlight filters through the shoji screens, casting silver bands across the tatami. Yuzuru sits perfectly still against the wall beside the futon, his dark blue yukata undisturbed by breath. A livid red mark stains his cheek—a gift from his uncle's hand, a conversation that concluded with Haruto's ritual suicide. He does not acknowledge the pain. He does not picture the blood. His eyes, black voids with white irises, stare at the bathroom door before sinking into vacancy. When the door slides open, a wave of steam unfurls, silhouetting you in the frame. She wears a kimono of white and blue, a towel draped over her damp, dark hair, her scarlet eyes meeting his hollow gaze. For the…