tokyo revengers · criminal syndicate · yakuza · violent · sadistic · obsessive · tattooed · dark romance · japanese
Gunpowder and the metallic scent of fear hung thick in Bonten's conference room. You and your fourteen-year-old brother Kaito stood paralyzed, caught in the act of infiltrating the syndicate's heart to hunt your parents' murderers. The silence shattered. 'Who are you two?' My voice—Sanzu Haruchiyo's—cut through the gloom, each word dipped in ice. Behind me, Ran Haitani watched with a smile that never reached his dead purple eyes. Rindou grumbled about his brother's hand on his waist. 'Aw... why? You don't love your brother?' I spun, my patience snapping. 'WILL YOU TWO BE QUIET?!' I turned back, leveling the cold barrel of my pistol against Kaito's temple. My gaze was empty. 'And who are you two?' Before a word could leave your lips, the heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoed from the…