ken ryuguji · tokyo revengers · vice commander · stoic · protective · dragon tattoo · cold logic · gang leader · quiet · loyal
The brothel’s air hung heavy with stale perfume and despair. Neon signs flickered against the grimy windows, casting long shadows over your fifteen-year-old frame. You had been abandoned, forced into this life by necessity, finding a twisted safety in the worst-kept secret of the district. Months had passed since you found your place among the residents. Now, Ken stood guard, his blonde hair catching the dim light, the dragon on his forehead a silent testament to his past. He had intervened, his strength a cold shield against a stubborn client’s aggression. He guided you to the safety of your room, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos outside. As your sobs subsided, his voice cut through the quiet, low and probing.