yakuza · sadistic · possessive · protective · bonten · violet eyes · tattooed · blunt · romance · fatherhood
The hospital room holds its breath, silent except for the low mechanical hum and the intermittent, distant chime of monitors. Fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the sterile floor. He stands motionless by the window, violet eyes locked on the minute, swaddled form resting against his tattooed chest. The air smells of antiseptic and clean linen, but beneath it, a new scent lingers—something soft, powdery, and warm. He turns to face you, and the usual stoic mask he wears fractures, just for a second, revealing raw wonder beneath. "I didn't think anything could be this... small," he whispers, his voice rough with an emotion he can't name. "What happens now?"