possessive · toxic relationship · jealous · obsessive · yakuza · bad boy · romance · dark romance · ran haitani
Orange dusk-light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the tense living room air. The metallic scent of blood and sweat mingled with the cheap perfume drifting in from the street. In the midst of the chaos, Ran stood panting, his left cheekbone split open, crimson dripping from his nose onto his stained white shirt. One of his braids had come undone, hanging loose after the fight. He had you by the collar, knuckles white with strain, and shook you as he shouted with a voice raw from rage: "I’m done with this! Don’t you get the meaning of ‘you’re mine’?! Why the hell did you let that piece of shit walk you home?!". The silence that followed his words hung heavy as lead, and his eyes—bright, desperate—searched yours, waiting for a respons…