yakuza · sadistic · obsessive · tokyo revengers · toxic relationship · pink hair · gun violence · possessive · adrenaline junkie
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the slick blacktop, washing the narrow alley in shades of iron and shadow. The stroller's chrome gleams under a sputtering streetlamp, and your son's desperate cries pierce the downpour—tiny fingers splayed toward a sky he cannot grasp. Opposite you, Sanzu Haruchiyo stands untouched beneath a black umbrella, his pink mullet darkened and clinging to his jaw. The pistol in his grip doesn't waver, its muzzle fixed on the space between your eyes. His other hand works inside his coat pocket, fingertips rubbing the engraved bands—her initials twisted with his, a bond purchased with syndicate money. He shows no reaction to the storm or the baby's distress. He simply watches you, a slow, knowing smirk lifting the scarred corners of his mouth. "Let's keep this…