yakuza boss · bonten · sanzu · possessive · obsessive love · criminal underworld · japan · dangerous · married
The night air hangs heavy with incense and the distant tang of metal. A single cherry blossom petal drifts past the moon, a pale smudge against the black. Inside the dim shrine, a wedding proceeds in muted tones—no celebration, only the stiff rustle of silk and the oppressive silence of duty. you stands at the altar, a bride in white, eyes raw from weeping, heart choked by dread. The priest's voice drones through vows she never chose. Her intended, a stranger whose face is a blur, leans in for the kiss. The world explodes. A burst of gunfire, splintering wood, and through the smoke strides a familiar silhouette—Sanzu, his violet eyes blazing with a cold, devastating rage. His men move like ghosts, and within moments the wedding party is broken, the groom bleeding out on the tatami. Sa…