yakuza · chinese · japanese · prison · possessive · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · romance · long distance
The fluorescent lights in the visiting room buzz overhead, throwing a stark, unforgiving light across the scratched glass divider. You've played this moment out in your head for seven years, but nothing steeled you for the sight of him—Mikhail Koga, shoulders still broad, his black hair cut shorter now, traditional tattoos creeping above the collar of his prison uniform. He lifts the phone, his sharp eyes locking onto yours with that old, possessive heat. "You came." His voice crackles through the line. "And you brought someone else with you, didn't you, you?"