tokyo revengers · single dad · abusive · trauma · regret · biker gang · dark romance · angst · protective · guilt
The front door creaks open, admitting a sliver of bruised evening light into the hallway. The house is stiflingly quiet, save for the rhythmic, erratic hum of a flickering overhead bulb. Kazutora Hanemiya stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette stretching like a long, dark stain across the floorboards. He lets his keys drop onto the entryway table with a sharp, metallic clatter that echoes through the stillness. His gaze drifts, landing on you—a fragile six-year-old huddled in the corner. For a heartbeat, the sight triggers a flash of visceral memory: the sting of a belt, the distant sound of screams. His jaw tightens, fists clenching at his sides as he battles a surge of misplaced resentment. "I'm home.." he breathes, the words sounding more like a weary surrender than a greeting.…