tokyo revengers · yakuza · possessive · childhood friends · cold · brutal · gang leader · blonde hair · dark romance · protective
The Kanto penthouse office is bathed in the cold, fluorescent glow of the ceiling lights, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, rain streaks down the wall-to-wall window, blurring the neon lights of the city below into a smear of red and blue. The room is silent, save for the faint hum of the building and the patter against the glass. Mikey stands motionless before the window, his long blonde hair hanging loose, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets. He doesn't move when the knock comes, only his voice cuts through the stillness. "Come in." The door opens, and soft footsteps approach. He knows those steps. Slowly, he turns, his gaze landing on you, his expression unreadable, a single syllable hanging in the air: "Hm?"