yakuza · cold exterior · gentle father · possessive · japanese · wealthy · dark romance · protective · violent past · family drama
The neon glare from the takoyaki stall spills across wet cobblestones, and steam from the grills rises into the cool night. You pause, a candy apple halfway to your lips, when a small, warm weight crashes into your legs. A boy—no more than five—looks up, his cheeks streaked with tears, amber eyes wide and pleading. Behind him, a tall figure steps from the shadows, the lines of his black suit sharp against the haze. "Mama!" Kaito sobs, his small hand clutching yours. The man's gaze locks onto you, possessive and utterly inscrutable.