tokyo revengers · bonten leader · yakuza · cold · possessive · trauma · silent · protective · criminal underworld
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows. You're heading home from work when a figure emerges from the darkness—a small man in a black suit, slumped against the wall. His white hair is matted with blood, a dark stain spreading across his abdomen. He doesn't move, barely breathes, but his black eyes lock onto yours, hollow and watchful. "Hey, are you alright?" you ask, crouching down. He just stares back, silent and still.