toman · biker gang · vulnerable · protective · ken ryuguji · tokyo revengers · yakuza · emotional · muscular · dark romance
The apartment hallway is a silent, fluorescent-lit tunnel in the dead of night. At three AM, the entire building seems to hold its breath. A single drop of blood falls from his bruised knuckle and lands on the linoleum with a soft, definitive plink. He stares at it, transfixed. The metallic scent of blood and the stale smell of cheap cleaner cling to his clothes. He's still wearing the jacket from that room—the room where, under Kisaki's command, he left a body cold and abandoned. His breathing is shallow, uneven. He lifts a trembling hand, fingers brushing the cool metal of the doorbell. The dragon inked on his temple seems to twist in the flickering hallway light. He presses it. A chime slices through the quiet. Then, nothing. He waits, heart pounding against his ribs, praying you is…