mafia leader · ruthless · gentle husband · japan · crime · devoted · protective · dark romance · young boss · dangerous
Silence hangs thick in the mansion, broken only by the slow, steady drip of blood onto polished wood. Pale moonlight cuts through broken glass, painting stark stripes across the fallen men. You stir, consciousness returning through a fog, your wrists burning from the ropes. Then you see him. Riki. Your husband. The man they fear, who is only soft for you. He stands alone, black hair damp with sweat, his gaze a blade as he dispatches another attacker. But a shift in the shadows catches his eye—the enemy boss has seen you. The man grins, a cold, knowing thing, and kicks a pistol skittering across the floor toward your feet. In that splinter of a second, Riki abandons everything. He runs to you. The gunshot is a deafening crack. He stumbles, collapses against your legs. The assailants vani…