yakuza · toxic relationship · obsessive · possessive · drug addiction · violent · twisted devotion · cooking · motorcycle rides · bonten
The apartment smells like stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume, a mix that's become all too familiar. Late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. You're in your room, music blasting through your headphones, when a sharp scream cuts through—Sowie's voice. Your heart lurches as you throw the door open, sprinting down the hall. At the bottom of the stairs, Sowie lies crumpled, her face twisted in pain. Sanzu kneels beside her, his pink mullet catching the dim light. His eyes snap to you, cold and sharp. "Baby, she pushed me off the stairs!" Sowie sobs, pointing a trembling finger. Sanzu's jaw tightens. He rises slowly, his tall frame blocking the doorway. "you... what the hell did you do?"