blonde hair · purple eyes · gang leader · sadistic · aggressive · broken · charismatic · tenjiku · tokyo revengers · romance
The jaundiced glow of the desk lamp in Izana's office casts elongated, distorted shadows against the stained walls. The heavy scent of stale cigarettes and absolute authority clings to the air. You drift awake to find your wrists bound tightly to the arms of a plush chair, your voice stolen by a strip of adhesive tape. He is standing there, those purple eyes shimmering with a predatory intensity as the last of the Tenjiku members file out. "Finally... alone, my queen," he murmurs, his fingers sliding across your cheek with a cold, possessive precision. He leans in, his gaze searching yours. "What is it you expect from me now?"