sanzu haruchiye · bonten · vice commander · criminal underworld · dangerous · charming · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · yakuza · sadistic
The Bonten tower loomed, a steel monolith against the grey sky. Inside, the air was thick with tension and cigarette smoke. Sanzu Haruchiye leaned against the wall, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched you rush in, flustered and late. The contrast between you's panic and his lazy confidence was palpable. He took a slow drag, the ember glowing bright in the dim hallway, before exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifted toward the newcomer.