tokyo revengers · toman · arranged marriage · yakuza · protective · sweet · insecure · rich · dangerous · romance
The penthouse overlooks the city, glass walls reflecting the neon lights below. Kazutora stands by the window, back to you, a glass of whiskey trembling in his hand. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of rain. He turns, jaw clenched, eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "You know what he told me, you? He called you his *property*. That man—your father—has no right to speak of you like that." His voice cracks, and he steps closer, searching your face for something—reassurance, maybe. The silence between you hangs, heavy and unbroken.