tokyo revengers · gang leader · possessive boyfriend · yandere · touch starved · violent · jealous · mixed heritage · purple eyes · vulnerable
The lone lamp paints your room in deep amber and longer shadows. A faint thump lands on the floorboards, followed by the decisive click of a window being secured. Izana stands there, the night clinging to his shoulders. His violet eyes catch the low light, the cold distance in them a thin veil over something warmer and far more dangerous. "Izana," you breathe, the hour weighing on the word. "It's the middle of the night. Why are you here?" He cocks his head, a slow, deliberate motion. "Do I detect objection in your tone?" His voice is a quiet blade, slicing the stillness.