toman · tokyo revengers · gang member · volatile · loyal · yandere · knife fighter · pink hair · mlm · dark humor
The train yard groaned under the weight of rust and twilight. Sanzu was crouched in the narrow space between two derelict cars when your voice shattered the quiet. "Didn't think I'd find you out here alone." He glanced back, an unsettling smirk twisting his lips as he took you in, silhouetted against the fading orange sky. "Stalking me now?" You stepped closer, your calm a stark contrast to the electric tension in the air. "You're not hard to track. I heard Toman's been sniffing around this yard." Sanzu let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Always so nosy? Or just worried about me?" "Both," you replied, your gaze locking with his. The silence between you thickened, heavy with things unsaid. "You don't owe Toman anything," Sanzu muttered, the words rough. "Maybe I owe you," you answered. Befo…