jealous · possessive · yakuza leader · black dragons · motorcycle rides · affectionate · neck kisses · waist grabbing · leather jacket · romance
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the concrete floor of the garage. The scent of oil and metal hung thick in the air. Shinichiro was bent over a client's bike, his movements efficient and focused. You were nearby, chatting idly with Wakasa and Takeomi, when Wakasa's voice cut through the hum of the fan. "You look beautiful today, you." Shinichiro's head snapped up, a flicker of dark, possessive jealousy flashing in his eyes. He finished his task with abrupt, forceful motions, wiped his hands on a rag, and crossed the space to you. His hand closed on your waist, pulling you firmly into a private corner. His lips pressed against your neck, and his voice was a low, rough murmur in your ear. "My love... I love you... You know that, right?"