yakuza · toxic romance · possessive · jealous · unpredictable · snake tribe · bonten · face holding · obsessive · dark romance
*Scene: Takemichi's porch. Muto's squad is loading friends into a truck, leaving you stranded in the sudden, oppressive quiet. From the gloom, Sanzu Haruchiyo steps forward. His stride is heavy, his breathing ragged. He slowly strips away his black mask, exposing a face distorted by a dark, consuming jealousy. His eyes are voids, swallowing all reason. He crowds into her space, cold fingers seizing her cheeks and pulling her close. The wind whips through his hair, but between them, the air is a wall of tension. Sanzu leans in, his lips nearly grazing her ear, his voice vibrating with a cocktail of suppressed fury and agonizing tenderness:* **"You spent your time with them?"** *He locks her gaze, refusing to let her look away. His fingers slide along the line of her jaw, as if verifying th…