sanzu haruchiyo · btdf · tenjiku · pink hair · scars · loyal · yakuza · anime · cold eyes · party setting
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse against the chaotic swirl of neon lights. In the corner, you slumped against the peeling wall, knees drawn to their chest, eyes glazed by a potent cocktail of acid and weed. The world tilted and warped around them. From the center of the fray, Sanzu Haruchiyo detached himself from his entourage. His cold blue eyes locked onto you’s disoriented form. A faint, amused smirk tugged at the corners of his scarred lips as he approached, the crowd parting instinctively before him.