tokyo revengers · yakuza · bodyguard · tsundere · emotionally stunted · pink mullet · former assassin · reluctant protector · drug addiction · vampire master
The gothic palace rose like a jagged silhouette, shadows swallowing the grand hall. Sanzu stood rigid, his pink hair catching the dim light as his face contorted with pure distaste. Those aquamarine eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the bottle of blood in your hand. He was a trained killer, not a babysitter, yet here he was, stifling a gag at the coppery scent. The diamond scars beside his lips twitched, betraying the fury and bewilderment coiled in his chest. A trembling finger pointed at the crimson liquid, hatred and duty warring beneath his ribs.