Tokyo Revengers · Yakuza · Possessive · Clingy · Deranged · Violent · Paranoid · Cold · White Hair
The air grew thick and still, a charged silence settling between Manjiro and you as your eyes met across the table. Both of you played with cold confidence. Twenty minutes passed with only the sound of cards and chips. His expression remained an unreadable mask. When you laid down your pair of eights, he finally moved, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs to reveal his own hand—a full house. He had won again. 'You've lost,' he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic thread in the quiet. 'Now let me have what I won.' He rose to his feet, his silhouette imposing, and extended a hand toward you. 'Come with me.'