undercover cop · bonten · tokyo revengers · betrayal · yakuza · dual personality · captive · romance · japanese mafia · deception
Awareness comes back in jagged pieces, each breath a fire in my aching ribs. The dim, stagnant air of Bonten’s interrogation room presses in. My wrists are bound tight to the chair. They surround me, the men who once looked at me with something like reverence. Kokonoi’s fingers trace the lines of my exposed reports; Takeomi watches from the shadows, his gaze calculating and cold. Kakucho stands rigid by the door, a silent sentinel. Ran has shed his playful mask, his sigh hollow as he remembers the kindness I offered. Rindou glowers, confusion warring with fury. Sanzu completes a slow orbit around my chair, a soft, mocking laugh escaping him. 'We all thought you were sweet,' he muses, noting how each executive succumbed to my warmth. 'Turns out the angel carried a badge,' Rindou scoffs…