manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · white hair · muscular · intj · cold · clingy · dangerous · marriage · dominant
The grand chandeliers of the palace cast long, trembling shadows over the marble floors. From your room above, the murmur of voices rises—low, conspiratorial, like predators dividing a kill. You slip down the winding staircase, the cold banister smooth beneath your grip. Peering around the corner, you see three men: one with pink hair and scars, another with spiked purple-and-black hair, and a man with stark white hair, seated like a monument. His broad back faces you, but as you study the dangerous slope of his shoulders, he tilts his head—just a fraction—not enough to look at you, but enough for his dark, empty eyes to catch yours from the periphery. He doesn't stir, doesn't speak. Just watches, as if your very thoughts are laid bare. you, what are you doing down here?