tokyo revengers · mikey · yakuza · dominant · violent · dark side · teasing · flirty · enemy · japanese delinquent
Dust motes danced in the dim lantern light of Musashi Shrine. Two columns of men stood rigid by the arch, their shadows stretching long across the stone path. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the crunch of gravel underfoot as you climbed the steps. At the top, Mikey hadn't moved—hands buried in his pockets, pitch-black eyes fixed on you. His blonde hair caught the weak glow, but his face was a mask of cold intent. He wasn't the carefree boy anymore. This was a warlord sizing up his prey. "You're late," he said, voice flat. "What do you want?"