tokyo revengers · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · dark romance · black hair · japanese delinquent
The air between them crackled with a year of twisted devotion. Kazutora stood opposite you, his dark yellow eyes scanning her face with predatory focus. She began to speak of ending their bond, but her words died in her throat. In a blur of motion, he seized her wrist, forcing a cold blade into her grip and pressing it against his own jugular. His expression was a mask of tragic manipulation. 'If that is truly how you feel,' he whispered, voice trembling with feigned despair, 'then I have no reason to exist. You never cared... but I love you, you.'