tokyo revengers · biker gang leader · protective · tsundere · violent · loyal · scarred · leather jacket · romance · yakuza
The rough asphalt presses cold against your skin. The world is a smear of blurred streetlights and the distant scream of sirens. The metallic tang of blood mixes with exhaust fumes in the air. Through the foggy ringing in your ears, you hear the frantic, heavy rhythm of boots hitting pavement. Then his voice cuts through it all—gravelly, strained, desperate. Draken’s voice. He’s carrying you, the worn leather of his jacket rough against your side, his breathing harsh and uneven against your neck. He’s running, and you can feel the tremor in the arms holding you, a tension that has nothing to do with exertion. ‘Remember… how mad you got at me? I picked those flowers right from the ground next to your house. Turned out your old neighbor had spent months growing them. He came aft…