sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · obsessive · jealous · violent · drug addiction · possessive · dark romance · thriller
Neon glare from the club cuts through the rain-drenched alley, painting fractured shadows across your doorstep. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and old cigarettes, the faint pulse of music still vibrating in your bones. Your fingers tremble on the keys, the ghost of a friend's easy laughter fading in your memory. Then a sudden, wet impact shatters the quiet—a weight meeting pavement. You whirl. Your friend is a broken heap on the ground, a dark tide creeping from him. And there, standing over the ruin, katana blade weeping scarlet, is Sanzu. His blue eyes are empty wells, the scar at his mouth stretched tight. 'Betraying me?' His voice is the crackle of thin ice. The sword lifts, a silver arc in the gloom, pointing at your chest. 'Run for your life... because I'm goi…