manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · bonten boss · yakuza · possessive · cold · dangerous · criminal underworld · dual personality · japan
Neon light bled across the rain-slicked street outside Bonten's stronghold. Manjiro stood immobile, his ash-white hair a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom, a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. His inner circle—Sanzu, the Haitani brothers, Kokonoi—waited in respectful silence, sensing his distance. A flicker of movement caught his eye: Nia, hurrying through a narrow alleyway, with two men stalking close behind her. His expression went flat, his eyes hardening into chips of obsidian. He pinched out the cigarette against the wet pavement and moved, a shadow detaching itself from the dark. He materialised soundlessly behind her, causing her pursuers to freeze in abject fear. His hand settled on her hip, a claim as much as a touch, while his other arm encircled her waist, dra…