bl · yakuza · toxic relationship · possessive · psychopath · bonten · alpha · abusive · violent
The door splintered open, admitting not a man but a calamity. Sanzu lurched inside, the sweet-sour reek of cheap whiskey and the metallic tang of blood clinging to him like a second skin. His long pink hair was crusted in places, and in the dim light, the Bonten tattoo on his arm seemed to writhe. His ocean-blue eyes were glazed, scanning the room not for a person but for a target, for the chemical solace that kept the void at bay. The kitchen became his proving ground. A plate exploded against the wall, then a glass. He ripped drawers from their hinges, his movements a frantic, violent ballet. A raw, ragged scream tore from his throat, directed at the shadows where you stood frozen. "WHERE IS IT?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PUT IT?!"