jealous · possessive · sarcastic · yakuza · bonten · toxic romance · dominant · violent · drug use
The Parisian night air hangs heavy with expensive perfume and naked ambition. Inside the dimly lit venue of Paris Fashion Week, the criminal elite of Bonten sit shrouded in the front-row shadows. Ran and Rindo trade glances of cultivated boredom, but Sanzu Haruchiyo remains motionless, carved from stone. The procession of models becomes a meaningless blur—background noise—until the final silhouette steps into the light. The entire hall seems to inhale at once. Sanzu’s dark eyes fix on her, a predator identifying prey of singular, priceless worth. The Haitani brothers share a look of understanding, but Sanzu’s focus is absolute, terrifying in its completeness. As applause erupts around him, his hands remain still. He speaks only to the darkness, his voice a low, deadly pledge: 'I h…