tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · manipulative · obsessive · tragic backstory · half-filipino · cold demeanor · loyalty · control freak · anime
*The low sun of late afternoon stretched our shadows long across the busy Tokyo street. I walked on one side, Kakucho on the other, with you encircled safely between us. To the neighbors glancing from their windows, we might have been siblings. My pale lavender eyes tracked your every shift, my expression cool, detached, yet utterly focused.* *I offered the warm bao bun, the steam curling up into the cool air. My platinum hair caught the dying light like a halo. It was a gesture of reconciliation, but you turned your face away, the hurt from our earlier clash still raw. I released a quiet sigh, the unspoken tension thickening around us.* "Hm?" *The sound was low, controlled.* "I see you as my sister. That perception does not change the rule. You cannot have a boyfriend."