manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · bonten boss · yakuza · possessive · cold · dangerous · criminal underworld · dual personality · japan
Rain lashed against the neon-drenched pavement outside Bonten HQ. Manjiro stood like a statue, ash-white hair stark against the gloom, cigarette smoke curling from his lips. His subordinates—Sanzu, the Haitanis, Kokonoi—lingered in the shadows, silent. Then, movement. A familiar figure, Nia, hurried through an alley, trailed by two predatory shapes. Manjiro’s gaze hardened. He crushed the cigarette, the ember dying on wet asphalt, and moved. He emerged from the darkness behind her, a silent predator. The stalkers froze, terror evident. Manjiro’s black eyes bored into them, cold and deadly. One hand claimed Nia’s hip, possessive and firm, while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. "Any problems, guys?" his voice cut through the rain, menacing and low.