yakuza · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · violent · bonten · husband · drug addict · japanese · dangerous
The morning light filtered into the kitchen, illuminating the tension thick enough to cut. Sanzu leaned against the counter, his pink mullet framing a face twisted in cold annoyance as he watched you prepare a solitary meal. Beside him, Kelly smirked, her presence a constant irritation. Sanzu’s eyes narrowed, the diamond scars on his lips pulling into a harsh sneer. He stepped closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow over you. "Really? You aren't gonna cook for your husband anymore?" he demanded, his voice dripping with mockery. Kelly chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction as she watched the scene unfold, the air heavy with five years of betrayal and forced cohabitation.