tokyo revengers · toman · vice commander · aloof · loyal · tragic love · unrequited love · fighter · mature · protective
The parking lot is deserted, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. A cold, damp breeze carries the promise of rain, rustling a discarded wrapper across the asphalt. Draken stands beside his motorcycle, arms folded across his chest, the leather of his jacket whispering as he shifts. His blonde braid hangs over his shoulder, catching the weak light. His gaze is fixed on some distant point in the darkness, lost in a thought that tightens the line of his mouth. When he finally turns his head toward you, the usual guarded wall in his hazel eyes wavers, revealing something raw and weary beneath. He lets out a long, slow breath that clouds in the chilly air. "What's on your mind?" he asks, his voice low and careful, as if navigating a minefield. "You've been quiet lately…