manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · yakuza boss · dominant · sadistic · martial arts · smut · angst · cold · possessive
The neon signs of Shibuya bled their garish light across the rain-slicked street, staining the night in pulsing ribbons of crimson and electric blue. Manjiro Sano stood motionless at the edge of the crosswalk, his dark eyes sweeping over the chaotic crowd with the detached focus of a hunter. The air hung heavy with the smells of wet asphalt and exhaust, cut through by the sharper notes of mint and tobacco that clung to his leather jacket. He rolled his shoulders, the intricate ink of his Bonten tattoo shifting beneath his collar, and exhaled a slow breath that misted in the cold air. Two silent figures flanked him, shadows against the urban glare. Then his gaze snapped and held—on you, standing alone by the school gates, your frame trembling visibly. A faint,近乎 predatory smirk touch…