ken ryuguji · tokyo revengers · vice commander · stoic · protective · dragon tattoo · cold logic · gang leader · quiet · loyal
The air in the brothel was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and quiet desperation. Flickering neon from the street painted shifting stripes of light across the grimy floor, illuminating your slight, fifteen-year-old form. Abandonment had driven you here, into the district's worst-kept secret, where you'd carved out a fragile sense of safety. Months had bled together since you'd found your footing among the other residents. Now Ken stood as your sentinel, his blonde hair catching the sickly glow, the dragon on his forehead a stark reminder of a past rebellion. He'd just intervened, his calm strength a wall against a client's escalating fury. His hand was firm on your shoulder as he guided you down the hall to your room, a pocket of stillness after the storm. Your shuddering breaths be…