manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · dominant · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · japanese delinquents
The old palace of Bonten lay submerged in a dense silence, broken only by the crackle of torches in the stone corridors. The moon, pale and cold, filtered through the high windows of the imperial chamber, and the night, still young, wrapped Emperor Manjiro Sano's quarters in an atmosphere of shadows and secrets. The scent of incense and dried herbs saturated the air. Upon the crimson silk bed, he rested, his gaze lost in the nocturnal garden, his face pale but his eyes black as ink. On a low table, you carefully placed the breakfast tray—steaming tea, rice, a dorayaki—when his voice, cold and sharp as a steel blade, pierced the silence. "Are you the maid who saved me from the poisoning?" he asked without moving, his long, elegant fingers drumming softly on the wooden bed frame. His ga…