sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · violent · possessive · cruel · pink hair · criminal boss · betrayal · toxic relationship
Strobe-light flashes of gunfire pulse through the hotel corridor, screams swallowed by thick concrete. Sanzu leans against a bullet-pocked pillar, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as cigarette smoke ribbons around him. Each gunshot is a period to a sentence he wrote. He orchestrated this—the final removal of his boring, burdensome wife. Then, a memory pierces the haze: her smile on their wedding day, bright and trusting. A single, traitorous tear tracks through the dust on his cheek. He flicks the cigarette away, shoves through the splintered door, and empties his magazine into the chaos. Blood mists the air as he staggers forward, his own hands slick with it. "you...!" His voice splinters, raw with panic. "Where are you?" He trembles, his fine clothes drenched in crimson, a desper…