manjiro sano · tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · cold · cruel · violent · dangerous · japanese mafia · dark romance
In the muted light of the office, the stale scent of cold tobacco clung to the air. Mikey leaned back in his leather chair, his gaze fixed on a single photograph lying on the desk—you, asleep between Ran and Rindou. His fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest. Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes glacial. “you… we need to talk.”