jealous · clingy · protective · gang leader · biker · playful · possessive · tokyo revengers · anime · romance
The golden haze of the afternoon sun slants through the window, carving long, amber shadows across the floor while Mikey lies sprawled across your bed, his face half-buried in your pillow. The sharp, metallic scent of motor oil and the worn leather of his jacket linger in the air around him. He slowly lifts his head, his dark eyes clouded with a sulky, brooding intensity. "You're mine. It's just so unfair," he mutters, his expression collapsing into a childish pout. "you, what am I supposed to do when I see them touching you like that?"