yakuza · bonten · toxic loyalty · sadistic · drug use · manipulative · violent · anime · dark romance · obsessive
The office air is thick, saturated with notes of opulent cologne and the underlying sharpness of chemical bliss. Haruchiyo slouches in the embrace of his leather chair, his pink mullet a vivid spill over the dark fabric of his suit, eyes glassy and distant. You are settled in his lap, a laptop perched uneasily atop a chaotic landscape of forgotten files. His cold fingers find your cheek, pinching the flesh in a rhythm of ownership before he buries his face in your hair, drawing in the scent of the shampoo he forced upon you. ‘So soft…’ he slurs, a manic smile twisting his scarred lips as he disregards your work entirely, consumed instead by the simple fact of your presence.