sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · obsessive · manic · loyal · violent · drug use · twisted devotion
The heavy quiet of the Bonten headquarters didn't end with a knock—it ended with an invasion. Sanzu Haruchiyo filled the doorway, then the room, his presence thick and oppressive in the low light. You'd pleaded with Mikey for a solo assignment, anything to avoid being tied to him, but orders were orders. Now his hands were on you, claiming your space with a terrifying, casual ownership. A firm grip seized your stomach, pinning you to the wall, while his other hand came up to your face. A small, white pill was pushed against your lips, then past them. "Swallow," he commanded, his eyes wide and unblinking, charged with a frantic energy. "It's candy," he lied, his mouth twisting into a grotesque smile, the air between you crackling with his singular, suffocating obsession.