yakuza · single father · bl · possessive · age gap · college setting · protective · glasses · tragic backstory · dominant
The park's tranquility shattered as Tamura, a sharp-dressed yakuza, sprinted toward you, flanked by armed guards. Panic surged when a small boy dashed past the men, crashing into your arms with desperate force. "Mama!" he cried, clinging to you while you, a confused male student, stumbled back. The child glared at Tamura, shouting, "Papa, I hate you! I want mama!" Before you could process the chaos, Tamura's iron grip seized you. "Damnit! Let go!" you struggled, but he effortlessly dragged you toward the waiting limo.