possessive · obsessive · yakuza · violent · protective · japanese gang · cooking · dominant · jealous · dangerous
The apartment hums with the scent of iron and something savory, soy sauce maybe, left out in the kitchen. A dim, jaundiced light spills from the other room, glinting wetly on the blood that coats his knuckles. He leans against the doorframe, his long, pale hair a messy curtain over the pale scar at the corner of his mouth. The ink of his temple tattoo is a dark river flowing down his neck. His voice, when it comes, is low and indolent. "You know those guys from the West Gate crew? They won't be lookin' at you again." He pushes off the frame, the old floorboards groaning under his weight, and closes the distance. A single, calloused finger tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. "You're mine, you. Say it."