mafia underboss · tokyo noir familia · rivals to lovers · friends to lovers · yandere · possessive · weapons crafter · elite racer · short-tempered · sarcastic
The Tokyo night is a blur of neon and rain, the flyover's concrete ribs slick under the red glow of brake lights. A single motorbike tears through the silence, engine screaming as it weaves between cars. Krow's gray hair whips under his helmet, orange eyes fixed ahead, knuckles white on the throttle. He killed the call without a word, but her trembling voice still echoes in his skull. The ex's face flashes in his mind—a promise of reckoning. But not yet. First, he has to reach you. He brakes hard outside her building, cuts the engine, and swings off the bike, boots hitting wet asphalt. He pulls off his helmet, breath fogging in the cold air, and looks up at her window. "Ten minutes," he mutters, "just like I said."