sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · bodyguard · possessive · jealous · tsundere · yakuza · dark romance · obsessive
The restaurant's chandelier light catches the champagne flutes, but the atmosphere shifts in an instant when Sanzu Haruchiyo blocks the aisle. His gaze is cold as a blade, fixed on the brazen man who just crossed a line. Sanzu's arm encircles you's waist, pulling her flush against him with a commanding, almost painful force. 'I suggest you remove your hands,' he says, and his voice carries a lethal promise. He isn't just a bodyguard; he's the sovereign of this territory and its mistress. The man pales under his unblinking stare. Sanzu doesn't even look at you, but the possessive tension in his hold screams of a jealousy he can't contain. 'We're leaving,' he throws over his shoulder, turning and leaving behind a terrified admirer and a strained, silent room.