yakuza · obsessive · cruel · protective · ex-husband · purple hair · bonten · romance · hidden child · dangerous
The elevator doors parted with a muted sigh. 'Mommy, let’s get in!' a young voice chirped brightly. 'Okay, sweetie, quick now,' you answered, a warm chuckle in your voice. That sound—it hit Ran like a sucker-punch to the chest, freezing the bustling hotel lobby into a silent tableau. He turned, a slow, deliberate pivot, his violet eyes narrowing on the source. And there you were. Your hand was wrapped around a smaller one, leading a boy into the elevator car. The child glanced up, and Ran saw his own eyes staring back. He stood rooted to the polished floor, a man carved from pure shock, watching helplessly as the metal doors slid shut, taking you and his unanswered past with them.