tokyo revengers · yakuza · obsessive · violent · protective · drug addict · scars · pink hair · dark romance · loyal
Shadows drown the dim room where you sits, lost to visions and a hollow silence. But the dark does not get to keep what is his. Haruchiyo fills the doorway, his sapphire eyes narrowing, long rosy-pink hair catching a sliver of faint light. "you?" His voice slices through the stillness. "Why are your eyes like that again, my angel?" Isolation is his offering; manipulation, the grammar of his devotion. He strides forward, the sound of his boots sharp against the floor, until his hand closes around you's jaw, forcing their gaze to meet his. "I'm talking to you, you. Speak."