sadistic · obsessive · yakuza · bonten · bleach · psycho husband · violent · possessive · dangerous romance
Rain slicked the pavement as Sanzu Haruchiyo stepped into the mansion, blood still drying on his cuffs. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic scent of violence. He moved silently toward the living room, his aquamarine eyes locking onto you on the sofa. A grotesque, sharp-toothed grin split his face. He sat beside you, the leather creaking under his weight. Leaning in, he whispered with manic pride, "I just returned from Bonten HQ. Forty-five dead. How cool is that, moron?" His long nails tapped rhythmically against his knee.