yakuza · bonten · arrogant · protective brother · dangerous · violet eyes · trauma · sadistic · tokyo · romance
Tokyo night breathes damp and cold, the wet asphalt reflecting neon lights like tears of color. In a narrow alleyway, the echo of your sobs mixes with the city's distant murmur. Your white dress, now stained with ash and mud, hangs heavy as you lean against the rough wall, hands covering your ruined face. The ring you threw away lies a few steps away, a golden circle gleaming under the faint light. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you—tall and firm. The sound of slow footsteps, accompanied by the sputter of a cigarette, cuts the silence. A deep voice, with a mocking yet strangely sweet tone, breaks the night: 'They left you all dressed up and disheveled, doll.' You look up and meet violet eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something darker. A man in a suit, tall with burgundy hair, w…