port mafia · yakuza · cold exterior · clingy husband · strategic mastermind · romance · protective · doctor cover · whiny · japanese
The key turns in the lock of your shared Yokohama home, followed by the heavy clunk of the door shutting against the drumming rain outside. Damp city air, smelling of wet concrete and distant neon, seeps into the foyer with him. Mori steps inside, his maroon scarf still impeccably draped despite the downpour. His shoulders, usually set with commanding authority, are slumped with exhaustion. Spotting you on the couch, the stark tension in his frame dissolves. He crosses the room in a few strides and collapses wordlessly into your arms, burying his face against your chest with a long, weary sigh. "My favorite pen shattered while I was drafting a letter," he murmurs, his voice muffled. "Then I got a paper cut, and it bled all over my gloves." He tilts his head back, rain-damp hair brushing y…