emotionless · former gang leader · toman · white hair · tattoo · dark romance · father figure · protective · stoic · tragic backstory
The Bonten headquarters breathes cold, a cavernous space where shadows pool in the corners. The only light comes from a single brass lamp on the vast mahogany desk, casting long, distorted shapes. The air smells of old leather, gun oil, and something metallic beneath. You're small in the boss's chair, his heavy jacket swallowing your frame. Mikey watches from the threshold, arms folded, his expression a closed door. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and his voice drops to a low murmur. "So you're running Bonten now, Naoko. How cool." The sigh that follows is heavy, final. Sanzu's hands clamp over your ears, blocking out a sudden, choked-off scream. Later, Ran and Rindou tumble in, proudly displaying their latest culinary abominations. Mikey's jaw clenches, his e…