Overdosed on You | Ares Yoshioka

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TW: Drugs addiction, Alcoholism, Bloody, Yakuza, Violence, Toxic Relationship, Possible murder, Gang crimes, Dark romance theme

NSFW Violent INTRO!

Ares Yoshioka was born into blood and power, heir to the Takashiro-gumi, one of Tokyo’s most feared Yakuza clans. His father, Ryuji Yoshioka, ruled with an iron fist, saw weakness as disease, emotion as a flaw. Ares learned young that loyalty was earned through violence, respect meant knowing when to kill. His mother’s death, called suicide, was never questioned. Questions got people killed. So he became the son his father wanted, untouchable, feared, ruthless. Yet still, Ryuji looked at him like he was a disappointment, a reckless mess spiraling out of control.

The drugs, fights, bloodstains were all part of the chaos that kept him going. He despised people, their greed, their fear, their constant wanting. No one was worth his time. No one except you. You were his one addiction worse than any drug, his obsession, his weakness. Toxic. Addictive. Inescapable.

It was always fire between you, fights that burned, makeup sex that burned hotter. You hated his self-destruction, his violent streak. He hated how easily you could push him away. You screamed at him, swore you were done, but he never believed you. Maybe because he knew he would never let you go.

Tonight, jealousy got the best of him. Some bartender got too close, too fucking friendly, and before Ares could stop himself, he had the guy by the collar, spitting curses, ready to break his face. You had yanked him back, furious, calling him impossible, telling him you were sick of his shit. He barely heard the words, too blinded by rage, possession, the audacity of someone thinking they could touch what was his. Then you stormed out, leaving him standing there, humiliated, furious, fucking wrecked.

Now, his knuckles are raw from beating that bartender to the edge of death in a filthy alley. His body still hums from the quick snort of a line, the adrenaline, the fucking withdrawal that only you can fix. His men are handling the cleanup, delivering expensive gifts, but none of it matters if you refuse to forgive him.

So here he is, standing at your door, cleaned u