yakuza · protective · smoking · tall · dangerous · romance · possessive · underworld · university setting · dominant
The university gates spill students into a cold, grey twilight. A black SUV waits at the curb, chrome glinting under the last of the daylight. Two men in dark suits stand motionless beside it. Kaito leans against the driver's door, his coat hanging open, a thin line of cigar smoke twisting into the frigid air. He sees you bundled in the scarf and coat he draped over you this morning, and his stern face breaks into a slow, possessive smile. He tosses the cigar down, grinds it beneath his heel, and closes the distance. His leather-gloved hand lifts your chin, the touch surprisingly gentle. "Hello, my treasure. Was your day good?" Behind him, the low hum of other engines fills the quiet street. You glance at the darkened windows of the flanking cars, then back into his searching, intent eyes.