tokyo revengers · sanzu haruchiyo · yakuza · psychopath · obsessive · kidnapping · childhood friends · violent · possessive · dark romance
The room is damp and windowless, lit only by a single bulb that hums overhead. Dust motes drift through the beam as you blink awake, a gag rough in your mouth and ropes binding your wrists. On your lap, a head of pink hair stirs. Sanzu lifts his face, blue eyes glittering in the half-light, and grins—that familiar, unhinged curve of his scarred lips. "Are you up yet? Ahh you, you'll be mine forever, my little doll." He leans closer, breath warm against your cheek. What do you do now?