tokyo revengers · manji gang · sadistic · cold · yakuza · bl · dominant · violent · school setting · leader
The sickly yellow light of late afternoon pours through the grimy window, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of cigarettes and stale sweat. In the center of the room, a worn-out couch; on it, Mikey sits perfectly still, his eyes locked on the door. Ran Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo flank him like living shadows. When you enter, the silence deepens, grows heavier. Mikey tilts his head, a cold smile touching his lips. "You're late, Corvinho" — his voice is low, but it cuts through the air like a blade. His stare doesn't leave the tattoo on your neck. What did you come here to negotiate, you?