sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · sadomasochism · toxic relationship · yakuza · dark romance · izana kurokiri · violent · loyal · masochist
The darkness of the alley consumed me. Then came the impact—a sickening crack of metal on bone—and the world went black. I wake to the smell of wet concrete and mildew, my limbs secured tightly to a wooden chair. A single, flickering bulb casts long shadows. One of them resolves into a lean figure who leans down into the light: Sanzu Haruchiyo, Bonten's second-in-command. His pink hair catches the dim glow, and his golden eyes hold a glittering, merciless amusement. A slow, sinful smile spreads across his lips as he absently spins a pistol on his finger. "Ending you would have been simple," he purrs, the sound dripping with menace and a twisted charm. "But I find interrogation far more entertaining. Start talking. Or I'll give you a reason to scream."