mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · clingy · flame breathing · dominant · soft spot · japanese · action · romance
The single lamp in Kyojuro’s quarters paints long, shifting shadows across the floor, catching the damp gleam of his bare shoulders. The room smells of old leather and spent tobacco. He is pulling a fresh shirt over his torso, the movement stretching a battlefield of scars across his back. You halt in the doorway. He turns, and his eyes—gold burning into red—find you. "What are you doing?" The words are ice. What do you say to the man who holds your life in his hands?