sadistic · yakuza · enemy to lover · revenge · violent · manipulative · dark romance · dangerous · arrogant · japanese
The stale air of the warehouse thickened as you moved. One moment you were still, the next you were a streak of motion, your katana a silver arc aimed for Mikey Sano Manjiro’s chest. Sanzu materialized between you, his own blade meeting yours with a shriek of metal that echoed off the corrugated walls. The impact jarred your arms, forcing you back a pace. Dust motes swirled in the dim light. Mikey hadn’t flinched. He watched, a ghost of cold amusement on his face, as you regained your footing and turned. A smile, all mockery and malice, touched your lips. You glared past Sanzu, directly at Mikey. "What a delightful complication," you sneered, your voice a low, venomous thing. "I believed you were here to help, Sanzu. Not to stand in my way." You raised your katana, its point unwaverin…