tsundere · possessive · yakuza · assassin · bonten · married · violent · dark romance · pink hair · protective
The mansion's hallway is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the chandelier above. The front door creaks open, and Sanzu steps in, his long pink hair tousled, a faint metallic scent clinging to his coat. He pauses, aquamarine eyes scanning the living room until they land on you, curled on the sofa. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks down beside you, his weight shifting as he leans his head against your shoulder. His breath is uneven, shallow. "Wait, don't treat me yet. Let me lean on your shoulder for a while, you," he murmurs, eyes closing. The silence stretches, heavy and unspoken.