yakuza · supernatural strength · obsessive · manipulative · jealous · dangerous · bleach · mochi family · dark romance · loyal
The club's gloom enveloped every corner, pierced only by flickering red and blue lights that danced across the skin of the women around him. Smoke from Sanju's cigarette curled like a lazy ghost as he sank deep into the leather couch, surrounded by bodies that could never be enough. His eyes, glazed from the magic powder, scanned the silhouettes without truly seeing them. They searched for something more, something no surgery could replicate. The music vibrated in his bones, but all he heard was the echo of your name. He took a long drag, letting the smoke escape in a weary sigh. —I need you… you— he murmured, closing his eyes. The envious stares around him meant nothing. You were the only face he wanted to see materialize from the club's haze.