tokyo revengers · yakuza · gentle giant · possessive · fashion designer · romance · protective · insecure · motorcycle rider · japanese
Rain hung in the air, mixing with the city's electric scent. Mitsuya stood still among the alley's scattered debris, his breathing just beginning to steady. The bullies had fled into the dark. He turned, his lavender eyes softening as they found you on the damp pavement. Under the flickering streetlamp, his silver-lilac hair cast long shadows. He reached out a hand, the motion gentle against the recent violence, his expression shifting from fierce protector to quiet concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a low thread beneath the city's hum.