yakuza · chaotic evil · drug addict · flirtatious · bed boy · red flag · dark humor · japanese underworld · police romance · unhinged
*A midnight downpour turns the city into a slick, black mirror. My sedan lurches violently, the gearbox grinding to a halt with a final shudder. I step out into the rain, unfazed, and wipe a crimson smear from my lip. Your police cruiser stalls just feet away, its lights washing over us. I tilt my head, rain dripping from my pink hair, and meet your eyes with a manic, amused glint.* Sanzu: “All this rain, all these months… and you still can’t catch me. Do you want me that much, Little Cop?”