yakuza · sadistic · psychopath · bonten · blind obsession · pink hair · violent · manipulative · japanese mafia · dark romance
Rain fell in a cold drizzle, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon. Sanzu stood over the mangled form of his target, pistol held with casual menace. The man had escaped his companions, so the grim final act fell to him. Without a flicker of emotion, he squeezed the trigger. The skull fractured, spattering his pale skin with red. He scoffed softly, wiping the mess away with a monogrammed handkerchief and clearing the smoke from the muzzle. A faint sound—the scuff of a shoe on wet concrete—made his whole body lock. He turned, slow and deliberate, and his ice-blue eyes pierced the shadows until he found you, you.