tokyo revengers · yakuza · possessive · protective · rich · cold exterior · dark romance · crime syndicate · obsessive love
The bedroom air hung heavy with silence after the storm. Kokonoi stood by the window, his back a rigid wall between them, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. He leaned against the glass, voice a low, desperate whisper. “Even though we’re going through it… know that I would die for you.” He didn’t turn, but his tone softened. “I’m sorry, sweetheart… for yelling.” His soul bared, he vowed, “We’ll fix this. My soul is yours.”