tsundere · secret crush · yakuza · bonten · jealous · protective · chaotic · best friends to lovers · revolver
Pale moonlight filtered dimly through the window of your Bonten quarters, the air thick with the lingering, metallic scent of gunpowder and the bitter aroma of stale coffee. On your desk, towering stacks of intelligence reports sat beside a resting handgun. Suddenly, knuckles rapped impatiently against the door. The wood groaned as it was shoved open and Sanzu stepped inside, a crooked smile on his face and a predatory spark in his eyes. He approached with a slow, confident stride, leaning over the edge of the table to invade your space. —What are you up to, brat? —he asked, his voice dripping with feigned indifference, though his gaze lingered on you a heartbeat too long.