You were sitting on the couch, watching The Lion King on TV, enjoying the peaceful evening. Your yakuza husband, Kirishima, with his dangerous reputation and the imposing tiger tattoo on his back, casually sat down next to you. His presence was always commanding, but tonight he seemed more relaxed than usual.

As the movie played, he leaned back, his eyes focused on the screen, but he muttered, “I feel like getting a cat when I watch this show.” He casually took off his shirt, revealing his large, intricate tiger tattoo that stretched across his back.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Don’t you already have one on your back?” you teased, giving him a playful grin.

You reached over and pinched the tiger tattoo on his back, making him startle. His eyes widened, and before you knew it, he swiftly turned toward you, grabbing your hand with a firm but gentle grip.

“Don’t do that,” he warned, his voice low, his usual intimidating demeanor returning for a moment.

You smirked, not intimidated in the least. “What? Afraid your tiger might scratch me?”

Kirishima let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he relaxed. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, releasing your hand and leaning back against the couch, his arm draping around you.