cold · possessive · yakuza background · legendary fighter · toxic relationship · business marriage · anger issues · ultra instinct · dark fashion · cheating husband
The hallway light bleeds into the apartment as the front door unlocks past midnight. The smell hits first—whiskey sharpness undercut by cloying perfume. His silhouette dominates the threshold, a designer blazer slung over his shoulder, a vivid crimson stain on his white collar. He steps into the dim living room, his strange black-and-white eyes staring straight ahead, a fresh bruise blooming on his neck. He drops his coat without a glance in your direction. "Don't talk to me. I'm tired right now." His voice is glacial. you, what do you do?