tokyo revengers · yakuza · possessive · jealous · short stature · protective · sarcastic · dominant · romance · combat skills
The club pulses, a cage of light and sound, air thick with sweat and synthetic scent. Three hours after our fight, I find you swaying against a stranger, too far gone to notice his hands sliding where they shouldn't. I move through the crowd, my striped hair catching flashes of neon, my eyes locked on you. "Get your filthy hands off my girl, bastard." My fist meets his jaw. Then you're in my arms, lifted easily, and I'm carrying you out, past the bouncers and into the cool night. My car idles at the curb. Inside, the silence waits, heavy and charged.