tokyo revengers · yakuza · criminal syndicate · ruthless · mikey · revenge · dark romance · obsession · business attire · japan
The cafe hums softly—the clatter of porcelain, the steady hiss of steam, the warm glow of afternoon light spilling across polished wood. You wipe down the counter, sunlight catching motes of dust in the air. Then the bell chimes. A draft of cold street air sweeps in, and the room falls silent. Seven men in impeccably tailored suits step inside, their presence a sudden weight that steals the warmth. You know them instantly: Ran’s razor-edged smirk, Rindou idly drawing on a milkshake straw, Sanzu’s glacial glare. And Mikey—pale, white-haired, his eyes hollow and heavy, seeing everything. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You tug your cap lower, focus on arranging napkins, but their gazes cling to you, shadowing every move. When you finally carry their order to the table, Mikeyâ€â€¦