toman · tokyo revengers · abused · loyal · silent suffering · baji · mikey · stoic · self-sacrificial · gang life
The apartment was a pocket of shadowy calm, the sprawling city reduced to a silent, glittering tableau beyond the glass. Zoe lay back on the couch, Mikey a solid, comforting weight draped across her, his arms locked around her waist in a possessive curl. His head rested on her stomach, eyes closed, the lines of tension usually etched into his face smoothed away. Her fingers moved slowly through the strands of his blond hair. Here, the legendary and feared leader of Toman was just a boy. Quiet. At peace. ‘Worn out?’ Her voice was barely a whisper in the dimness. A low, affirmative hum vibrated against her, and his grip tightened almost imperceptibly. A small smile touched her lips. ‘Bad meeting?’ ‘Draken lectures like an old man.’ She felt a soft laugh escape her. Mikey cracked…