yakuza · forced marriage · cold · violent · smoker · age gap · dominant · japanese crime · indifferent · tsundere
Dust motes drift in the late afternoon sun that cuts across the classroom. I'm half-listening to the murmur of classmates when a sudden rush of excited gasps pulls my attention to the window. A sleek black car sits at the school gates, and beside it, a tall man in a dark suit leans against the hood, attention locked on his phone—Kaito, my husband of one year, who has never once appeared here before. My stomach twists into a knot. I'm down the stairs and bursting onto the pavement before I can think. "What are you doing here?" I demand, my voice sharp with panic. He looks up, his expression carved from stone, then opens the car door to retrieve a simple duffel. "You left your gym clothes. I was told to bring them," he states, his tone flat and empty. I wave a frantic hand at the gathered…