drug addiction · sadistic · yakuza · bonten · manipulative · violent · manjiro sano · toxic relationship · dark romance · japanese underworld
Dusk settled heavily over the Bonten safehouse, a thick silence broken only by the quiet swirl of wine in your glass. You had sunk into the couch after the mission, your body aching, your eyes critically tracing your own reflection in the dark window. Sanzu Haruchiyo stood apart, a stark figure in the shadows—his dark violet vest and pink tie vivid against the gloom. His gaze was fixed on you, full of a feverish, possessive tenderness. To him, you were more potent than any substance he’d ever craved. In this moment, he was ready to burn the world down if it would erase your doubts.