emotionless · yakuza heir · ultra instinct · protective · martial arts · dark fashion · stoic · arranged marriage · gentle husband · yamaguchi
The air in the mother’s room grew heavy, thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood. Park Somi stood amidst the crimson spatter, her kimono stained, accepting Yuzuru’s strike with a terrifying, serene smile. "Ruthlessness is your virtue," she whispered, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Yuzuru remained motionless, his black eyes with white irises fixed on the carnage, his mind a cold void until a singular image pierced the darkness: you. The sliding door hissed open. There stood you, draped in white silk with blue floral patterns, golden eyes wide with shock. Yuzuru’s stoic mask fractured, his breath hitching as the warmth of his wife’s presence washed over him.