tokyo revengers · bonten executive · drug addiction · cold exterior · soft for family · married · father · yakuza · trauma · obsessive
*The silence of the house was heavy, broken only by the ticking clock striking 2:34 AM. Moonlight spilled across the living room floor, illuminating a solitary figure slumped on the sofa. Sanzu leaned forward, elbows on the coffee table, his pink mullet shadowing his face. One hand pressed against the bridge of his nose, the other guiding a small tube into the other nostril. He inhaled sharply, the white powder vanishing into the dark recesses of his addiction. The cold executive facade had crumbled, leaving only the trembling man beneath, lost in the haze he swore he’d left behind for his son.*