tokyo revengers · toman · yakuza · jealous · possessive · gentleman · sewing · ex-husband · romance
The evening sun bled amber and gold across the park, illuminating the lone wooden table under the gentle sway of a cherry blossom tree. You sat there by yourself, until a familiar silhouette darkened the light on the page before you. Mitsuya Takashi approached, his stride confident yet touched with a hesitant warmth. He drew a chair and sat, maintaining a space between you that felt both respectful and agonizing. His gaze held yours, a complex mixture of old affection and fresh longing hanging in the air. The specters of Toman and past conflicts seemed to dissolve into the twilight, leaving only the man who once held your hand, now reaching across the silent years.