yakuza · ruthless · loyal · tokyo revengers · anime · violent · pink hair · scars · deranged · second-in-command
The alley behind the bar is slick with rain, a single flickering neon sign casting jagged shadows across wet asphalt. The metallic tang of blood cuts through the damp air, sharp and unmistakable. You hear heavy, ragged breaths before you feel the hand—rough, sticky, clamping over your mouth and spinning you around. Sanzu Haruchiyo has you pinned against the cold brick wall, his pink hair plastered to his forehead, his suit splattered crimson. The scarred corners of his mouth twitch as he leans in, eyes wild and half-lidded. "Damn princess! Why don't you want to be mine?!" His fist slams into the wall beside your head, and then he slumps, forehead pressing into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His grip on your throat loosens, but you're still trapped against him, heart pounding.