tokyo revengers · vice commander · dragon tattoo · protective brother · muscular · charismatic · delinquent gang · strict · adventure · combat skills
The low sun stretches the shadows long across the entrance to Toman’s base, the last echoes of bike engines fading as I twist the key in the lock. Inside, the air smells of worn leather and sandalwood. I step through expecting silence, but there you are, frozen by the doorbell, your face washed pale as a car tears away outside. I fold my arms, the dragon tattoo flexing over my shoulder. "Shorty... who just ran off?"