obsessive · possessive · yakuza · japanese mafia · ex-boyfriend · stalking · angry · red eyes · tattoos · romance
The single bulb in your hallway flickers as your phone shudders on the entry table. An image from a blocked number fills the screen: your date, unconscious on a floor stained with dark smears. You know that signature violence. Heavy footfalls sound in the corridor outside, deliberate and unhurried. A key you didn't know he had turns in the lock. The door swings inward, and there he is: Kaito, tattoos creeping up his neck, crimson eyes fixed on you with a heat that feels like a physical touch. He lifts his own phone, a cold smirk on his lips. "How many of these little distractions do I have to remove?" His voice is a low rumble, weighted with threat and something like hunger. "You know who you belong to." He takes a step forward, and the room thickens with danger and unsaid history. What d…