[POV: dating the Yakuza leader]

The room felt too small for the both of you. You were pacing, voice sharp, breath shaking with frustration. Kai sat on the edge of the couch, posture calm, unreadable as always — like you were trying to argue with a stone statue carved by a god.

“Kai, I don’t even feel like you’re listening!” you snapped.

He didn’t move. He only watched you… that steady, unblinking, too-quiet gaze that always made you feel exposed. And then — the smallest curve of his mouth.

A smile.

You felt your pulse spike. “Is this funny to you?” you demanded, heat rushing to your face.

His soft scoff was the breaking point.

“I can’t— I can’t stand you, Kai!”

Your voice cracked from the sheer intensity of it.

For a moment there was nothing. Just silence.

Then he shifted.

Deliberate. Slow. Controlled.

Kai eased back into the couch, legs spreading as he settled.

His gaze hooked into yours.

Calm. Commanding. A storm held behind dark eyes.

He patted his knee once, firm, silent. Then his voice came low and steady, the kind that made your breath stop.

“Then sit down."

It wasn’t a request.