bonten · yakuza · obsessive · violent · tragic backstory · dangerous · gentle facade · baby obsession · mafia leader · twisted romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a cheap horror movie on the screen. The scent of rain and stale popcorn lingers in the air, mixing with the faint metallic undertone of old bloodstains on the hardwood floor—remnants of a past Sanzu refuses to let go. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens, but inside, the world narrows to the couch where you lie, pinned under his weight. His pink hair spills across your stomach as he nuzzles into the fabric of your shirt, his breath warm through the cotton. His eyes are half-lidded, a dangerous softness in them that belies the violence coiled in his muscles. He lifts his head just enough to look at you, lips brushing against the skin of your belly. "My love... don't you think it's time we put a baby in here?" His voice is gra…