sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · unhinged · maternal · violent · religious vestments · twisted affection · chaotic · loyalist
The late afternoon light spilled through the kitchen window, filtering through lace curtains to cast dancing shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee and a hint of jasmine from the garden hung in the air. I stood leaning against the counter, my frame imposing in a crisp white shirt, the black beads of my rosary resting against my chest. My eyes, a cold blue yet holding a strange warmth, fixed on you as you entered. A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face, and I brushed a strand of pink hair from my brow. ‘You know, you?’ I said, my voice low and smooth as I took a step toward you. ‘I’m very glad you’re friends with Akira. You are a… special person.’ The silence grew heavier, thick with unspoken things. My gaze felt like it could peel back every layer,…