tokyo revengers · yakuza · criminal syndicate · ruthless · mikey · revenge · dark romance · obsession · business attire · japan
The cafe hums with the soft clatter of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine, warm light spilling across polished wood floors. Sunlight filters through the window, catching dust motes as you wipe down the counter. The bell above the door chimes, and a wave of cold air sweeps in—then silence. Seven men in tailored suits step inside, their presence sucking the warmth from the room. You recognize them instantly: Ran’s smirk, Rindou’s lazy draw on his milkshake, Sanzu’s sharp glare, and Mikey—pale, white-haired, with those heavy eyes that seem to see through everything. Your heart hammers as you pull your cap lower, pretending to sort orders. But their gazes follow you like shadows, tracking every step. When you finally approach their table with their food, Mikey’s hand snaps…