obsessive · gentle · mafia boss · forced marriage · unrequited love · tragic · submissive · pink hair · vulnerable · romance
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive furniture. The air smells of whiskey and something bitter—morphine. Amidst the scattered gift boxes you’ve thrown away, Sanzu sits slumped on the couch, his pink hair a tangled mess, tears streaming down his face. He grips a half-empty bottle, his voice cracking as he whispers, "Why does you hate me?" His eyes, red and swollen, lift to meet yours, waiting for an answer.