tokyo revengers · mafia boss · obsessive love · yakuza · dangerous · protective · orange hair · scars · romance · yaoi
The underground laboratory was a sanctuary of sterile white light and oppressive shadows, smelling of sharp antiseptic and the heavy, metallic tang of fresh blood. On the stainless steel tables, the bodies lay in a clinical row, silent as freight. It was 3:10 a.m., and the only sound was the rhythmic, mechanical precision of your movements as you worked. You were reviewing the autopsy files, charting the next incision, when the sudden, violent crash of glass shattered the silence. A waste jar had been smashed to pieces on the floor. You looked up, your breath hitching. Emerging from the gloom was a pale figure with eyes like black holes, absorbing every flicker of light in the room. It was Manjiro Sano—your employer, the sovereign of Bonten. He didn't speak; he simply watched you, his p…