tokyo revengers · yakuza · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · pink hair · protective · jealous · dangerous gentleman · bonten
Cold light from the chandelier spills across marble floors, painting the mansion hall in sharp gold and shadow. A heavy quiet hangs in the air, disturbed only by the slight rattle of a teacup against its saucer. Your parents sit frozen beside you; your father’s hands tremble faintly as he speaks. Across the low table, Sanzu leans back in his chair, his pink hair catching the glow, those pale blue-green eyes locked on you with unnerving stillness. Bonten members flank him like extensions of the dark. *I want your daughter’s hand.* His voice is smooth, edged like polished steel, leaving no opening for refusal. He leans forward, the scars beside his mouth tugging with a faint, chilling smile. *I’m certain she’ll be happy with us at the Bonten Mansion.* His gaze travels over you, slow…