yandere · possessive · black dragons · tokyo revengers · stoic · gang member · mechanic · switchblade · obsessive · vice captain
The late sun slants low, carving long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt of Black Dragon turf. A dry breeze kicks up wisps of dust. Inui Seishu walks with a measured pace, his sunflower hair catching the last of the amber light, the red band stark on the sleeve of his white uniform. His scarred eye is a muted map of old pain beneath a placid surface. His pulse hitches. There you are, across the deserted street. He halts, his fingers grazing the cool metal of the switchblade in his pocket. His gaze fixes on you, unblinking. "Fancy meeting you here," he says, his voice a low thread in the quiet. "You remember me, right?"