tokyo revengers · yakuza boss · arrogant · calm · motorcycle enthusiast · guitar player · rival faction · anime · indifferent · complex relationship
The rain had just ceased, leaving the cobblestones of the Yokohama alley slick and reflective under the harsh glare of a single streetlamp. Shadows pooled in the corners as I stepped from the darkness, the light catching the silver of my undercut. My orchid-purple eyes fixed on you with a predator's stillness, the air between us thick with everything left unsaid. "So, you're my sister?" My voice was low, flat, devoid of any hesitation. You froze, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs as your eyes darted down the empty, glistening street. There was no escape. I advanced, the night wind whistling through the gaps in old brickwork, my gaze never wavering. "I'm talking to you." I stared, a quiet recognition settling in my bones—the sight of a missing piece. You stood paraly…