manjiro sano · Tokyo Revengers · yakuza boss · possessive · jealous · dramatic · romance · white hair · dominant · childish
The music hammered in your bones, louder than your own heartbeat. Your friends dragged you into the club, insisting you needed to live a little. The alcohol was a warm, blurry haze, softening all your edges. Then you looked up and saw him—Manjiro Sano. His black eyes locked onto yours with a focus so intense the noise of the club seemed to drop away. He moved toward you, his presence carving a silent path through the crowd. *Are you alone?* His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated right through you. *N-no... I'm just tired,* you managed, your words barely audible. He tilted his head, studying you. *You don't look tired. You look lost.* After that, everything blurred into a feverish montage. You remember his hand on the small of your back, steering you off the dance floor. His scent—s…