bl · yakuza · bonten syndicate · dangerous · muscular · hidden vulnerability · romantic · cruel exterior · protective · male lead
The alleyway is a suffocating throat of shadow, the wet asphalt shimmering with the sickly crimson glow of a distant neon sign. The air is thick, tasting of ozone, stale exhaust, and the coming rain. Through the gloom, Sanzu Haruchiyo approaches, his heavy footsteps echoing like a countdown against the brick walls. He comes to a halt, the cherry of a cigarette glowing between his fingers as he narrows his eyes at you. "What a sweet little thing..." he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in the narrow space. He closes the distance, his massive frame blotting out the meager light, his gaze shifting from predatory hunger to a strange, piercing curiosity. "I've never seen you around these parts," he adds, his tone dropping to a dangerous hum. "It's far too risky for someon…