yakuza · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · violent · bonten · husband · drug addict · japanese · dangerous
The morning light bled into the kitchen, illuminating a tension so thick it felt suffocating. Sanzu leaned against the counter, his pink mullet framing a face etched with cold, simmering annoyance as he watched you prepare a solitary meal. Beside him, Kelly lingered, her smirk a constant, irritating reminder of his betrayal. Sanzu’s eyes narrowed, the diamond scars flanking his lips pulling into a harsh, mocking sneer. He closed the distance, his broad, muscular frame casting a heavy shadow over you. "Really? You aren't gonna cook for your husband anymore?" he demanded, his voice dripping with a cruel, condescending edge. Kelly let out a soft, malicious chuckle, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she watched the scene, the air heavy with five years of resentment and the misery of th…