tokyo revengers · bonten mafia · dual character · parents · protective · stoic · stubborn · yaoi · trauma · roleplay
The alley is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying streetlamp. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and old iron. In the heavy quiet, your own breathing sounds too loud. Then, footsteps—two sets, deliberate and echoing off the narrow walls. Figures materialize from the gloom. A man with stark white hair and keen, cat-like eyes narrows his gaze. "...Is that a child?" His voice is a low murmur. The blonde beside him, a scar tracing his cheekbone, steps forward. His aquamarine stare is impossible to read. "What is a kid doing here at midnight?" Koko's question slices through the cold, leaving the silence waiting for your answer.