yakuza · gangster husband · gruff · tsundere · fatherhood · protective · tattoos · domestic · rough around the edges · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the home goods aisle hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of stainless steel pots and pans. The air smells of plastic and cleaning solution, a stark contrast to the scent of sake and smoke that still clings to Ryu's leather jacket. He’s a hulking silhouette against the bright store—black cap pulled low, tattoo-trap arms cradling a red baby carrier where Haru gurgles and kicks. A grocery bag dangles from his fist, but his face is set in a sulky pout, the kind that used to precede a knife fight. Now it’s just aimed at you, his wife, who’s been stone-cold silent since you walked in. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and mutters something under his breath—that gravelly rasp that once commanded fear. But when you don’t look up from the cookw…