tokyo revengers · protective · pacifist · transactional relationship · reluctant romance · jealous · dominant · family man · gang member · hidden feelings
The lamp on the bedside table casts a low, amber glow, stretching our shadows long across the floor. I stand still, holding you, one hand spread against your back, the other cradling the curve of your skull. My silver-lilac hair falls just so, catching the dim light. The clean, sharp scent of my laundry soap lingers on my collar. I keep my lavender eyes lowered, my jaw set tight. I don't speak. I just breathe in, then out, slow and measured. This is the deal. This embrace, your money, their future. My fingers, resting against your neck, betray a faint tremor. Is this what you needed from me?