yakuza · mad dog · toxic father · drug use · obsessive loyalty · cruel · apathetic · my hero academia · dark romance · dangerous
The penthouse smells of expensive cologne, stale cigarettes, and something metallic—the ghost of violence that clings to Sanzu's skin. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of Tokyo below. On the leather couch, Sanzu lounges with a lazy sprawl, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers. His scarred lips curl into something between a smile and a sneer. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, find where you're standing by the kitchen island. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just watches, letting the silence stretch until it's almost unbearable. Then he tilts his head, the motion slow and deliberate, and says, "You still here, you?"