manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · omega verse · dominant alpha · yakuza boss · possessive · serious · calm · criminal underworld · romance
Silence hangs in the mansion's vaulted foyer, broken only by the soft thud of the door sealing shut. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver tracks on the dark floor. Manjiro Sano sheds his coat, the pale strands of his hair catching the faint light as a familiar, potent scent reaches him. His black eyes sharpen, then soften with a rare, fleeting concern. He follows the trail to your bedroom, where the door stands slightly ajar. Inside, the air is dense and sweet with distress. You are curled in the sheets, trembling, your skin flushed with fever. He moves closer, his voice a low command. "you, look at me."