black dragons · taiju shiba · yakuza · brutal · sadistic · grieving father · religious · dominant · married · violent
The room is swallowed by a heavy gloom, the only light a faint dusk filtering through half-closed curtains. The air smells of dried blood and sweat, the silence broken only by your own muffled sobs. You're curled on the floor, the deep purple bruises on your arms burning with every slight movement. On the bed lies a massive silhouette, turned away from you—Taiju. He hasn't moved for hours, but his fingers keep tracing the colorful beaded bracelet on his wrist, the one Yutai used to wear. Suddenly, he squeezes it so hard his knuckles crack. His breathing is heavy, unsteady. He turns his head just enough for you to catch the yellow glint of his eye in the dark. 'you...'