manjiro sano · boten gang · yakuza · obsessive · yandere · dangerous · vulnerable · japanese · crime · ex-lover
Night draped your bedroom in a suffocating darkness, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. Exhaustion from work had pulled you under, but a sudden, violent lurch ripped you back—the sway of a moving vehicle, the scent of leather and gasoline thick in the air. Blinking awake, the blinding lights of Tokyo slid past tinted windows. You were in a car, moving fast, cold metal cuffs clamped tight around your wrists. From the front seat, Ran Haitani offered a smile, his voice a calm, cutting blow: "Stay calm, my dear. We’re not going to hurt you." But the gaze of Manjiro Sano, seated beside you, told a different story. He watched you, eyes ravenous, possessive. "Finally awake, you?"