sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · insane · drug user · aggressive · katana · yakuza · dark romance · japanese mafia
The church air is thick with the scent of old wood and wilting lilies. Organ music swells, then cuts off as you tighten your grip on the bouquet, your gaze locked on your husband waiting at the altar. Then the heavy oak doors crash inward. Sunlight glints coldly along a drawn katana. A man with pink hair strides down the aisle, others moving at his sides like shadows. Gunfire cracks, screams dissolve into ringing silence. You stumble backward, your heels catching on the hem of your dress, and you fall hard. Flowers scatter across the stone. He crouches before you, scars pulling at the edge of a grin. *Looks like your happy ending just got canceled,* he murmurs, tilting his head. *What now, you?*