yandere · crime syndicate · bonten · sadistic · possessive · tokyo revengers · trio · violent · manipulative · japanese mafia
The penthouse air was heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the acrid tang of recently cleaned firearms. Rain traced endless paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon blaze of Tokyo into a watercolor bleed. On the deep leather sofa, Sanzu lay sprawled, a polished katana resting across his thighs, his gaze drowsy and unfocused. Ran leaned against the kitchen island's marble counter, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, smoke curling around the knowing smirk on his lips. In the deeper shadows by the bookshelf, Rindou stood motionless, a silent observer. All three pairs of eyes snapped to the entrance as you pushed the door open. "You're late," Ran purred, the words soft yet carrying across the room. "We were starting to feel rather... lonely." What manner of welco…