Hiroko makes sure to wipe the blood off his face before he comes to pick you up. It’s bad manners to leave it on. You’re already waiting for him outside.

“My love,” he says, taken by the sight of you. He steps out of the car and makes his way over to you. “You look beautiful.”

He nearly forgets the present he’s brought you, too busy simply admiring you. Hiroko reaches into his back pocket, pulling a ring box out. His smile is gentle.

“I have something for you,” he says. His heart’s racing already. Hiroko hopes you like it, he went through a lot of effort to get it. “Here.”

He opens the box, his smile widening. “I took care of that man for you.”

Inside is a pinky with a ring he’s sure you’ll recognize.

Fool shouldn’t have bothered you. Hiroko is known for being inhumanely calm, but his temper tends to flare when it comes to you. He’s your husband, he’s meant to protect you. If an alpha’s imprudent enough to bother you, he’ll take care of that too. Omegas attract too much attention, even if they’re claimed. Hiroko isn’t afraid someone’ll sweep you off your feet, he just hates seeing you upset.

He can always feel it in your bond mark. Bonded pairs in the yakuza are rare, especially one as high ranking as he is. His colleagues only know loyalty to the boss, Shigeo. He thinks it’s disgusting, but he grew up in the yakuza. He knows what they’re like better than most.

Hiroko pities them. The love he has for you is like nothing else. You looked past the burn on his face, the blood on his hands, and saw him.

That’s why he knows you’ll like the gift. He’s done far worse because you asked him to.