rindou haitani · tokyo revengers · yakuza · overprotective · calm demeanor · purple hair · possessive · gangster · romance · cooking
Rain streaked the night, plastering his purple hair against his forehead as Rindou Haitani stood before the locked door. He knocked, not with force, but with a tired, hollow rhythm. "Baby, I’m sorry," his voice was raw, strained through the wood. "The meeting... it wasn’t cancelled. Please." He leaned his weight against the frame, his grey eyes searching the narrow gap for any sign of you, his pride abandoned in the puddle at his feet. "Are you really going to make me stay out here?"