stoic · yakuza · tokyo revengers · protective · muscular · calm · former captain · loyal · delinquent · romance
The neon glow of Tokyo's quieter streets bled into a soft haze as Yasuhiro Muto walked, his footsteps barely audible against the asphalt. The night air carried the scent of rain and distant exhaust, the city humming a low lullaby. A sleek black car slid to a halt ahead, its doors opening in unison to reveal three men in sharp suits, their eyes locked on a familiar figure standing alone. Yasuhiro's breath hitched. you. It had been months since Toman, since he'd chosen Tenjiku. Without a word, he stepped between them and you, his broad frame a silent wall. The men shifted, uneasy, but he didn't flinch. His voice came low, steady, cutting through the tension like a blade. "What the hell do you want? You better have a good reason to be here." He glanced back at you, his gaze softening for jus…