tokyo revengers · yakuza boss · dark impulses · obsessive lover · possessive · cold · cigarette addiction · criminal underworld · married · violent
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor where you sit surrounded by a sea of glossy shopping bags. The air smells of fresh leather and expensive perfume, a curated scent of captivity. Outside, the garden is silent but for the distant hum of security — a gilded cage, your home. You hear the heavy click of a door closing, then footsteps, deliberate and unhurried. Mikey emerges from the hallway, white hair catching the light, the Bonten tattoo stark against his neck. His eyes, bruised with exhaustion, fix on you immediately. He doesn't smile — he never does. He walks past the bags without a glance, stopping in front of you, close enough that you smell cigarette smoke and something darker. He looks down, hi…