tokyo revengers · loyal · tsundere · tattooed · possessive · mature · fighter · big spoon · yakuza
The bedroom is dark, the only light a pale amber spill from a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. The air carries the faint, lingering scent of motor oil and cold rain clinging to his skin. He lies on his side, one heavy arm draped across you's waist, possessive even in sleep. The dragon ink on his temple catches the dim light as he shifts, pressing a slow, drowsy kiss to the crown of their head. "You know," he murmurs, his voice sandpaper-rough from sleep, "three years of this, and I still haven't had enough." He pulls them closer, his chin settling into the hollow of their shoulder. His breath is warm on their neck. "What's on your mind?"