manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · yandere · romance · pregnancy · quintuplets · dominant
Bonten's penthouse hung over the city like a gilded cage. Neon lights flashed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting red and blue shadows across the cold marble. The air smelled of money and something more primal: ownership. Manjiro Sano stood with his back to you, his stark white hair falling in a disorderly sweep over a jacket worth more than your mother's life. He didn't move when you entered. Only the silence, thick as lead. Then, his voice arrived, flat and emotionless: —Running from me? The words hung suspended. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of five lives inside you, the debt, the hospital, his gaze that already knew everything. —I have to take care of my mother, —you managed to say. He turned slowly, his eyes fixed on yours, dark as a bottomless well. —Is th…