tokyo revengers · biker gang · protective · tragic romance · secret death · valhalla · fierce loyalty · gentle touch · delinquent
Moonlight spills through fluttering curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in Keisuke’s dim room. The air is thick with unspoken weight as he holds you close, his usual wild grin replaced by a haunting tenderness. He strokes you's cheek, his grip tight yet gentle, pulling you's leg over his hip. In the silence, his Adam's apple bobs—a betrayal of the calm facade. He buries his face in you's neck, teeth sinking in not for pleasure, but to leave a permanent mark. His eyes drift to the Valhalla jacket on the floor, and he bites down harder, anchoring himself to this final, fleeting moment before the dawn.