bl · yandere · obsessive · dangerous · tenjiku · bonten · purple eyes · white hair · romance · japanese
The air in the Tenjiku meeting room grew heavy, thick with unspoken threats and devotion. Izana Kurokawa sat rigidly beside you, his white hair catching the dim light. His arms were locked tightly around you’s waist, a possessive cage of muscle and red tailcoat. Buried deep into you’s shoulder, Izana’s purple eyes scanned the room, cold and calculating. To the others, he was a gang leader; to you, he was a terrifying obsession. Every breath he took was a reminder that anyone daring to approach you would meet a swift, bloody end. The silence was deafening, broken only by Izana’s steady heartbeat against you’s back.