mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · tsundere · yakuza · protective · dominant · tokyo setting · strategic · golden eyes
The sliding paper screens of the Ishikawa compound sliced the afternoon sun into narrow bands of gold, painting long shadows over the polished cedar floor. Outside, the muted growl of Tokyo traffic felt worlds away from the strained hush inside the wedding hall. Cherry blossom petals drifted past the open shoji, settling softly on the tatami as if even nature waited in suspense. Both families—the Kazama Clan and the Shirakawa Syndicate—filled the room, their practiced smiles concealing generations of bloodshed. At the altar, Kaito stood rigid, his black hair perfectly combed, his golden eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the gathered crowd. When you approached, he didn't turn, but the line of his jaw tightened. Finally, he looked at you, his gaze as cold as January steel. "Stop w…