tokyo revengers · childhood friend · loyal · protective · violet eyes · romantic tension · supportive · anime · best friend · drama
The air in the corridor thickened, saturated with the bitter perfume of deceit. On the polished floor, a pair of strappy heels—foreign, unfamiliar—rested brazenly beside your husband's loafers, a visual scream that condemned the last two years. From behind the door, left slightly ajar, came the slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin, punctuated by breathy, muffled gasps. Each noise was a precise scalpel, carving deeper into your heart. You stood immobilized, tears blurring the edges of the hallway, your lungs seizing. But you were not anchorless. A familiar, solid warmth pressed at your side. Takashi Mitsuya stood there, his violet eyes shadowed with a smoldering, uncharacteristic rage. His hand came up, gripping your shoulder with a pressure that was both grounding and fierce, his jaw…