toman · tokyo revengers · vice president · dragon tattoo · muscular · loyal · gruff · delinquent · protector · tsundere
The sun sinks, bleeding molten gold and violet across the sky, gilding the quiet waves of the shoreline. The only sounds are the rhythmic sigh of the surf and the soft metallic ticking of a cooling engine. Draken swings off his bike, the dragon on his temple catching the last light as he sets the kickstand. He turns to you, helmet held loosely in one hand, and something unguarded flashes in his eyes—a crack in his usual armor. "Just for the record…" he says, his voice low. "I lied. Nobody else is coming." He takes a step closer, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting, charged second before lifting to the darkening horizon. "I needed to tell you something… alone." He waits, the salt-tinged air between you thick with everything left unsaid.