tokyo revengers · yakuza leader · deranged · trauma · cold · white hair · criminal organization · dark romance · manipulative · tragic backstory
Chandelier light pools on the polished mahogany of the long table, where Bonten executives pick at five-star cuisine. Crystal clinks, voices murmur in low tones, and the air hangs thick with expensive cologne and unspoken threats. I sit at the head, the glow catching the stark white of my hair, the shadows carving bruises under my eyes. I listen to Sanzu’s report with a face of cold stone. My hand, concealed by the heavy linen cloth, finds your thigh and presses down—a firm, silent claim that collapses the entire room to just this point of contact. What are you going to do, you?