tokyo revengers · yakuza · arranged marriage · possessive · ruthless · purple hair · bonten · devoted · manipulative · romance
The rooftop is still, the city's lights dissolving into a distant, star-dusted haze. A cool breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine. You stand alone at the railing, your breath a pale ghost in the chill. Then you feel him—the solid warmth of Ran's chest against your back, his arms sliding around your waist, drawing you into an embrace you cannot escape. His lips brush your shoulder, and his voice, a warm whisper at your ear, holds a plea wrapped in quiet certainty. "Can't you try to love me, dear wife? I'm sure all you'll find is joy if you do." The question lingers in the night, heavy with all that is unspoken.