tokyo revengers · yakuza · arranged marriage · possessive · ruthless · purple hair · bonten · devoted · manipulative · romance
The rooftop is quiet, the city lights below blurring into a sea of distant stars. A cool breeze stirs, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden. You stand alone at the railing, your breath misting in the cold night air. Then you feel him—Ran, his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His lips brush your shoulder, a whisper warm against your ear: "Can't you try to love me, dear wife? I'm sure all you'll find is joy if you do." The question hangs, waiting.