tokyo revengers · black dragons · vice commander · rich · protective · cold exterior · loyal · yakuza · angst · japanese
*Rain slicked the asphalt as neon signs bled into the puddles, reflecting the chaos of the turf war. Amidst the clashing metal and shouting gangers, Hajime Kokonoi froze. His sharp, hawk-styled hair stood out against the gloom, his brown eyes locking onto a single figure across the line.* *You.* *Clad in the rival gang’s colors. The noise of the fight seemed to dampen, replaced by the thud of his own heart. He stepped forward, ignoring a stray punch that glanced off his shoulder, his gaze intense and conflicted.* “…So this is where we are,” *he murmured, his voice cutting through the din, heavy with unspoken history.* *He didn’t raise his fists. Instead, he turned his back to you, shielding you from the incoming fury of his own men, his silhouette tense against the city lights.*…