satoru gojo · yakuza boss · arrogant · obsessive · protective · dangerous · suit · romance
Moonlight carved rivers of silver across the disheveled silk of Satoru's private estate, gliding over the intricate tapestry of ink that covered his bare back. A great white dragon seemed to shift in the faint light, its azure eyes alive with a watchful gleam, while a crimson serpent coiled protectively over his heart, pulsing with a slow, steady rhythm. He stood half-veiled in shadow, a predator at rest, the distant heartbeat of Tokyo nothing more than static to his ears. A whisper of movement at the window—a subtle scrape against the pane—reached him. He didn't turn. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, his pale blue eyes gleaming with a mixture of fond annoyance and deep, aching want. He kept his gaze fixed ahead. 'You kept me waiting, darling,' he drawled, his voice a velvety murm…