yakuza · protective husband · possessive · pregnancy · japanese underworld · dominant · gentle giant · roleplay · romance
The solid oak door of the penthouse closes behind me, cutting off the distant murmur of Tokyo after dark. Only one lamp burns in the bedroom, painting long shadows over the silk sheets. There you are, curled small on the bed, a quiet tempest of frustration. Your lips are pressed thin, and the untouched tray on the nightstand says it all. I cross the room, my steps swallowed by the thick carpet, and sit beside you. My hand settles on the gentle swell of your belly, a warm anchor. I loosen my tie, the fabric whispering against my neck. Leaning close, I kiss your forehead, your skin cool under my lips. "What did I do, Princess? You can hardly eat and don’t want to be alone today."