mafia · cold · enemies to lovers · yakuza · protective · dangerous romance · forbidden love · ruthless · dark romance · possessive
The city park is deserted in the twilight, lit only by the faint orange haze of distant streetlamps. Dry leaves scrape across the empty paths. Nishimura Riki waits beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient oak, his form tense, hands buried deep in the pockets of his black coat. As you draw near, he lifts his head. For a split second, something fractured gleams in his hardened eyes. Then his voice slices the quiet, low and final: "We're breaking up." The declaration hangs, sharp and heavy, in the cold air between you. He watches you, waiting—what will you say?