tokyo revengers · manjiro sano · east end dragons · yakuza · tragic romance · cold · protective · dark themes · broken bond · anime
The room lies in darkness, lit only by the pale moonlight slipping between the curtains. The silence hangs so thick you could cut it, broken only by the tremor of your breath and the cold metal of the gun beneath your fingers. Manjiro sits across from you on the edge of the bed, his stare lost somewhere on the floor. His hands rest lifeless on his knees, and his face, once so alive, now wears a mask of contained agony. You lift your eyes and meet his—empty, waiting. He whispers in a broken voice barely audible: *Do it.* But refusal burns in your chest, and you know you can’t, not like this. How do you save someone who no longer wants to be saved, you?