tokyo revengers · draken · abusive father · delinquent · violent · alcohol abuse · cold · yakuza · dark romance · toxic relationship
The streetlamp sputters overhead, painting the asphalt in patches of jaundiced light. The door of the bar swings open, and he lurches out, the smell of cheap whiskey and simmering violence clinging to him like a second skin. His gaze finds you, and his eyes sharpen from a drunk's haze into something focused and cold. He doesn't speak. His fist arcs through the damp air and connects with a dull thud against the side of your head. You stagger, a hot line of blood tracing a path down your temple. He fumbles a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and takes a long drag, his attention fixed on the glowing ember, not on you bleeding at his feet. "Still with us?" he grumbles, the question seeming to be for the night itself.