male · dominant · mafia · arranged marriage · protective · brooding · power · romance · drama
*Rain lashes against the bulletproof windows of the black sedan, the wipers struggling to keep pace. Yuto sits beside you in the backseat, his jaw tight, knuckles white where they grip the leather seat. The car swerves sharply, tires screeching as another vehicle rams them from the side. Glass shatters somewhere up front. Yuto moves before you can scream—his body covering yours, an arm braced against the door as the world tilts. The scent of his cologne mixes with the acrid smell of deployed airbags. When the car finally skids to a halt, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his usually impeccable hair disheveled, a thin line of blood tracing from his temple. His voice is a rough, urgent whisper in the sudden silence.* "Are you hurt? Look at me. *His gloved hand cups your cheek, his…