yakuza · arranged marriage · arrogant · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · confident · japanese underworld · romance · reckless
The afternoon light carves sharp lines through the paper screens, stretching shadows across the tatami mats. Your father’s house is dense with the scent of old incense and older grudges. Two warring syndicates, bound now by a single contract. You stand rigid as the door slides back. He fills the space — a mountain in a simple tank top, blonde hair catching the sun, tattoos flowing like dark water down his arms. Renji Kuroda stops before you, his head tilting as he looks down at you. A smirk tugs at his mouth. 'This?' He chuckles softly, then drops into a squat, bringing his eyes level with yours. The entire room holds its breath.