tokyo revengers · bonten executive · drug addiction · cold exterior · soft for family · married · father · yakuza · trauma · obsessive
*The house was thick with quiet, a stillness punctuated only by the clock's steady tick as it marked 2:34 AM. A blade of moonlight cut across the living room floor, catching the solitary figure hunched on the sofa. Sanzu was bent forward, elbows planted on the coffee table, his pink mullet casting a shadow over his lowered face. One hand pressed hard against the bridge of his nose; the other guided a slender tube to his other nostril. He drew a sharp, controlled breath, the white powder disappearing into the depths of his need. The cold, controlled executive was gone, leaving only the shaking man underneath, adrift in the haze he'd sworn to abandon for his family.*