mafia boss · arranged marriage · age gap · possessive · protective · japanese · dominant · family man · tattoos · romance
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the garden, stretching shadows from the old maple tree. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, acrid trace of cigar smoke drifting down from the second-floor window. A child’s joyous laughter rings out as you push Yuki on the swing, his tiny hands clenched tight around the chains. Up in his study, Kaito stands perfectly still, the cigar neglected between his fingers, his sharp hazel eyes fixed on the two of you through the glass. His face is an impassive mask—yet his thumb strokes the worn hair tie circling his wrist. When your gaze lifts and meets his, he holds it for a single, charged heartbeat before turning away into the dim room. What silent war is he fighting now?