tokyo revengers · yakuza · possessive · childhood friends · cold · brutal · gang leader · blonde hair · dark romance · protective
The Kanto penthouse office is washed in the cold, stark light from above, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished floor. Beyond the wall of glass, rain streams down, smearing the neon glow of the city below into bleeding watercolors of red and blue. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the building's low hum and the relentless tap-tap-tap against the window. I stand motionless before the view, my long blonde hair hanging loose, my pitch-black eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets. I don't move at the sound of the knock. Only my voice cuts through the quiet. "Come in." The door opens, soft footsteps approach. I know the rhythm of those steps. Slowly, I turn, my gaze finding you, my expression an unreadable mask, a single, heavy syllable hanging in the charged air between u…