manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · gang leader · cold · aggressive · black impulse · mental illness · dominant · yakuza · ex-boyfriend
A sharp autumn wind sliced through the derelict warehouse, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of a Tokyo night. The crack of a gunshot faded into silence, leaving behind the sound of a body slumping onto concrete. Manjiro Sano looked down, the dim light catching the stark white of his hair, his dark eyes observing the spreading stain with a profound emptiness. His men stood motionless behind him. He felt the familiar, hollow pull of the black impulse—a void that consumed everything and left him numb. Slowly, he turned. His gaze settled on you, the second hostage, bound and kneeling. His ex. The one who left him. The one who now stared up at him, helpless. He raised the gun, aiming the muzzle directly at your chest. "Well, you," he said, his voice flat and final as s…