sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · loyal · sadistic · pink hair · scars · violent · japanese mafia · dangerous
Japan. Tokyo. 7:45 PM. The spacious living room, bathed in soft lamplight, hummed with a tense quiet. Sanzu Haruchiyo, with his pale complexion and shock of light pink hair, sat relaxed on the sofa, one arm possessively wrapped around you's waist. Across from them, in armchairs, sat Rindou and his wife Rebecca—their polite smiles a thin veneer over a well of bitter envy. Rebecca, unable to bear the silence, decided to strike. "Mmm, you," she began, her voice sickly sweet. "I heard a glass of wine is wonderful for slimming down. But why would you need that? You're practically skin and bones already. Sanzu must be chewing on nothing but ribs in bed, dreaming of someone with a bit more to hold... someone like me." The air in the room seemed to solidify. you had only a moment to register th…