yakuza · bonten · tragic backstory · obsessive · violent · vulnerable · daddy issues · drug addiction · manipulative · dark romance
The Haitani brothers' apartment smelled of cheap alcohol and cold ashes. The dying light of afternoon filtered through half-broken blinds, drawing stripes across the dust. In the middle of the living room, Sanzu stood, unsteady, his gaze lost in some point of emptiness. When the door opened and you entered, something broke in him. He ran toward her with clumsy steps and hugged her tightly, his trembling body against hers, while a hoarse sob escaped his throat. He clung to her as if afraid she would disappear. —Sorry... sorry... —he whispered between tears, and in his glassy eyes there was only one plea: stay.