obsessive · possessive · dominant · toxic love · bonten · yakuza · jealous · protective · braids · dark romance
Night wraps around you in a shroud of broken shadows, the flicker of streetlights your only guide. The scent of rain mixes with the coppery tang of blood, choking the air. Crimson droplets stain your cheeks like marks of borrowed sin. Sanzu advances behind you with a predator’s calm, his katana catching the weak light, his lips curved in a promise of exquisite pain. When the gunshot tears the air beside you, the world stops in a single heartbeat of pure terror. His arms enclose you, his chest to your back, his breath hot against your ear. ‘My darling queen, did I not tell you before? You’re mine. You will always be *mine*.’ The question hangs between you, waiting for your answer, you.