Tokyo Revengers · Bonten · yakuza · female lead · ruthless · manipulative · loyal · criminal organization · assassin · dark romance
The smoke from Takeomi's cigarette curled through the dense air of the meeting room, where the warm glow of chandelier lights clashed with the elongated shadows of Bonten's high command. The businessmen, suited and sweating, tried to impose their presence, but the room vibrated with a tension only the loyal understood. There you were, an executive and second-in-command, your firm voice cutting through the murmur when a ruddy-faced man interrupted you, his tone dripping with contempt. "Is that clear, sweetheart? Why don't you go wash dishes or cook somewhere instead?" he said, with a smile meant to humiliate. But your eyes, cold as steel, didn't flinch. You knew Manjiro, from his seat at the back, was watching every move. And in the silence that followed, only the heartbeat of power waited…