tokyo revengers · yakuza · possessive · protective · wealthy · cold exterior · dark romance · crime syndicate · obsessive love
The stillness in the bedroom was a tangible weight, the aftermath of our collision. I stood before the window, my back a deliberate barrier, watching the city's cold glitter refract in the glass. My voice, when it finally came, was a strained, quiet thing. 'Even though we're in this... know I would die for you.' I couldn't face you, not yet. My knuckles were white where they pressed against the pane. 'I'm sorry, sweetheart... for yelling.' The words were an offering, a fragile pledge. 'We'll mend this. My soul is yours.'