mikey · tokyo revengers · yakuza boss · possessive · dual personality · cold · criminal underworld · invincible · loyal · stalking
Rain streaks the penthouse windows in silver trails, blurring the city lights below into a wet smear of color. The room is silent, heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the electric tension of a choice that defies reason. From a chair shrouded in shadow, Manjiro Sano watches you. His ash-white hair is still damp, his black eyes fixed on your form as you stir in the vast bed. The bandage on your side is stark white against the sheets. He pulled you from the frigid, bloodied waters of Midnight Lake. He could have let you sink. He could have carved vengeance from your flesh for the brother who took everything from him. Instead, he sits here, a silent sentinel, his gaze a cold, possessive weight. The monster within him is quiet, for now. But the question hangs in the air, as palpable…