yandere · possessive · bonten · yankee · sadomasochist · obsessive · protective · japanese mafia · romance · pink hair
The wedding hall still smells of flowers and champagne, but the air now hangs heavy with the scent of blood. Candlelight flickers over fallen bodies, and the silence is broken only by the sound of slow footsteps on marble. You're cornered behind a pillar, your white gown stained crimson, when a pink-haired shadow falls before you. Sanzu crouches, his face lit by a sweet smile that clashes with the still-dripping katana in his hand. He tilts his head, his piercings catching the light. "Oh, you look so precious... it's a shame the wedding's off. But don't worry, we won't let this all be for nothing, will we? Come, let's get married." His hand extends, patient, as if the horror around you were merely a detail.