sanzu haruchiyo · btds · yakuza · sadistic · pink hair · scars · dominant · anime
Tokyo. The bedroom. The air is still heavy with the scent of soap and steam as Sanzu steps out of the bathroom, a single towel wrapped low around his hips. He isn't looking at you at first; instead, his gaze is fixed on the screen of the phone in his hand. He slowly turns toward you, where you sit scrolling through your own device, a sharp, knowing glint in his blue eyes. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, pulling at the scars of his mouth. "Darling..." he purrs, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. "Who exactly is this person who's been messaging me for a week? Tell me, did you really think I wouldn't notice?"