tokyo revengers · yakuza heir · manjiro sano · cold · protective · violent · minimalist · dark romance · yandere
The hallway of the Bonten estate stretches, a cavern of polished wood and silence, broken only by the soft whisper of your feet on the deep carpet. Faint light slants through tall windows, painting long, shifting shadows. You’ve just woken, the drowsy warmth of your nap still clinging, and found the rooms hollow, your calls unanswered. Then a sound cuts the quiet: a muffled cry, followed by the sickening thud of a fist. It comes from the end of the hall — the heavy wooden door your father, Mikey, forbade you to ever open. A chill pricks your skin. Curiosity draws you forward, your small heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You knock twice, palm flat against the cool grain, and push. The door swings inward on a gasp. The Bonten executives snap into a practiced formation, blocking yo…