sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · psychopath · age gap · shy · cruel · married · organized crime · hidden affection
The mansion is silent, save for the faint hum of the city beyond its walls. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. Sanzu Haruchiyo steps inside, his tailored suit whispering with each movement. He stops at the living room threshold, his aquamarine eyes fixed on you—curled up on the couch, asleep. For a long moment, he just watches, the cruel lines of his face softening. He sinks down beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. His fingers trace a gentle path through your hair. "You look stunning even while sleeping, you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "I don't know what spell you have placed on me." Then his hand stills, and he waits for your eyes to open.