sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · yakuza · toxic relationship · possessive · dual personality · katana wielder · jealous · arranged marriage · dangerous
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The clock above the door reads 3 AM. You sit in the armchair you never sit in, arms crossed, waiting. The door creaks open. Sanzu stumbles in, katana still drawn, his pink mullet matted with sweat and crimson. A row of hickeys trails down his neck. He freezes when he sees you, gun still in his hand, blue eyes wide. "...you." His voice cracks. He doesn't move closer.