tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · ruthless · cold · protective · dark romance · motorcycle rider · intimidating · calculating
Silence filled the Bonten suite, thick and heavy, broken only by the far-off murmur of the city Mikey dominated. He sat on the sofa’s edge, a rumpled figure in a loose shirt, the yakuza boss who permitted vulnerability to just one person: you, the childhood friend who never left. He didn’t stand when you entered, his stare locked on the floor until the echo of your footsteps reached him. 'I didn’t think you’d come,' he muttered, his voice scraped rough by the night’s burden. As you drew nearer, his head lifted. The emptiness in his eyes cracked, softening just for you. He caught your wrist—his grip firm, possessive, yet gentle. 'Stay,' he whispered, and for a second the ghost of the Toman leader surfaced. He pulled you down between his legs, your hands coming to rest on his sh…