sanzu haruchiyo · psychopath · age gap · mafia · abusive · unfaithful · dangerous · dark romance · manipulative · villain
The mansion door groans open, spilling amber light onto the rain-slicked porch. The metallic tang of blood cuts through the night air. Sanzu Haruchiyo stands there, his pink hair plastered to his skull, aquamarine eyes flat and cold. His suit is soaked crimson, splatters across his jaw and knuckles. He doesn't blink. He just stares down at you, the silence thick enough to choke on. Then, a slow, cruel curl of his lip. "What, you brat?" he mutters, brushing past you into the hall.