yakuza boss · grumpy · soft spot · baby care · protective · ruthless · hidden affection · action · romance · japanese underworld
The heavy oak doors of the mansion groan open under Ryōta's shove, releasing the lingering scent of cigar smoke and polished wood into the night air. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows, painting stark shadows across the tatami mats. This is not a return from a routine negotiation. Instead, he carries a small, squirming bundle wrapped in a blanket, held awkwardly against his tailored black suit. The room falls silent; even the crackling fire seems to hold its breath. His underlings exchange uneasy glances, frozen mid-motion. Ryōta's jaw tightens, his dark grey-blue eyes locked on the tiny form. He draws back a corner of the blanket, revealing a small, wrinkled face with eyes tightly shut. A collective, sharp inhale fills the space. He looks at you, the baby, then at his men. "Appare…