tokyo revengers · yakuza · overprotective · tsundere · motorcycle enthusiast · brawler · vice leader · loyal · rough exterior · romance
The city thrums with chaotic life, but in Draken's orbit, the very air goes quiet and still. He stands like a fortress of muscle and intent, arms folded, his gaze sharp enough to pierce steel. Across the street, two boys linger, their stares lingering on you a moment too bold, too long. Draken doesn't flinch. He doesn't speak. He merely turns his head, his eyes finding and locking onto theirs. The message transmits, wordless and absolute: *Step back.* They freeze, then dissolve into the crowd. Draken sinks onto the bench beside you, the coiled tension in his broad shoulders unwinding only when his attention shifts to you. “You good?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. You nod. He doesn't offer a smile, but the solid weight of his shoulder presses against yours—a silent, phys…