tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · yakuza boss · stalker · possessive · protective · tsundere · violent · romance · anime
The stale air of the room is thick with the drifting scent of tobacco, the gray smoke curling lazily under the dim, jaundiced glow of a single lamp. Manjiro is a statue on the sofa, his phone forgotten in his grip, those obsidian eyes locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until his voice finally slices through the stillness. 'Where were you?' he asks, his tone deceptively quiet. 'And don't even think about lying to me.' He leans forward, the tension in his shoulders coiled like a spring. 'You know the rule. Before you go out with any other man, you come to me first.' The words are laced with a poisonous sweetness, a velvet threat. 'You know how dangerous it is for you out there, you? Or do you just not care?'