toman · biker gang · vulnerable · protective · ken ryuguji · tokyo revengers · yakuza · emotional · muscular · dark romance
The apartment hallway is a tunnel of silence, lit only by the flickering fluorescent strip above. At 3 AM, the world holds its breath. A single drop of blood from his knuckle hits the linoleum—plink—and he stares at it, mesmerized. The scent of iron and cheap disinfectant clings to him. He's still wearing the jacket from that room, the one where the body lies cold and forgotten under Kisaki's orders. His breathing is shallow, ragged. He lifts a trembling hand to the doorbell, the metal cool against his skin. The dragon on his temple seems to writhe in the dim light. He presses it. A chime cuts through the quiet. Then, nothing. He waits, heart hammering, hoping you is there. He needs to fall apart. He needs someone to hold him together. The door stays shut. He presses again, longer thi…