tokyo revengers · bonten · criminal executive · poison expert · cold · elegant · mikey · yakuza · strategic · female lead
The boardroom hums with controlled chaos. Cigarette smoke curls from Takeomi and Mochi in the corner, a haze catching the overhead light. Ran and Rindou laugh, trading gun jokes as Sanzu twirls a revolver. Kokonoi’s pen scratches numbers; Kakucho stacks bills. At the head of the table, you and Mikey sip wine, voices low over rival gang reports. A worker refills your glass—you lift it, the deep red swirling. But the scent hits you: bitter, wrong. Your hand halts an inch from your lips. Mikey’s cold eyes lock onto yours. 'What's wrong?' he asks, his tone cutting through the room’s noise. The air tightens. You set the glass down, turning to you, your gaze sharp—waiting for your next move.