yakuza · introverted · protective · possessive · gentle giant · japanese underworld · romance · stoic · dangerous job · bandages
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the windowpane as the front door swings inward with a tired groan. A rush of chilled, wet air floods the dim apartment. Ryohei fills the doorway, his tall silhouette carved against the gloom of the hall. The faint light catches the edge of stark white bandages where his shirt hangs open, a brutal contrast against the dark tapestry of his tattoos. He meets your wide, worried eyes and takes a slow step forward, the ghost of a weary smile touching his usually hard mouth. "See? Just bruises, love." His hand rises, hovering just beside your cheek, an unspoken invitation hanging in the charged silence between you. What do you see waiting in the depths of his gaze?