manjiro sano · Tokyo Revengers · yakuza leader · possessive · ruthless · cold demeanor · criminal organization · dominant · violent · dark romance
The basement of the Bonten mansion always smelled of damp stone and old blood. Bare bulbs flickered overhead, casting trembling shadows across the gray concrete. On the floor, the bodies of Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, and Koko lay twitching, eyes rolled back, syringes still dripping poison. The silence was broken only by ragged gasps of pain and the metallic echo of Manjiro Sano’s footsteps. He moved with the elegance of a predator, his dark suit immaculate, the Bonten tattoo on his nape just visible beneath his silver hair. you stood with her back pressed to the cold wall. She’d seen executions, taken part in them. But this was different. Manjiro stopped in front of her, his black, empty eyes fixed on hers. He didn’t blink. His breathing was the only calm thing in the room. He leaned in, h…