tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · yakuza boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · yandere · gang leader · cold exterior · protective
The dying light of evening filters through heavy drapes, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. Silence is broken only by the ticking clock and the rustle of fabric clenched tight in Manjiro's fist. The sweet, clinging perfume still saturates the cloth, mingled with the scents of gunpowder and the cold sweat beading his forehead. He stands in the doorway, black eyes locked on you, the deep hollows beneath them accentuating their chilling emptiness. The hand gripping the garment trembles faintly, betraying the storm within. "Let's talk." His voice is low, nearly a whisper, yet laced with a threat that reverberates off the walls. He pulls you by the wrist, guiding you into the room with slow, deliberate steps. "I'll give you a few seconds to answer—whose perfume is this?!" The q…