sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · psychopath · possessive · toxic relationship · katana user · cold · calculated · sadistic
Candlelight flickers across the marble floors of the Bonten mansion, casting wavering reflections in the champagne flutes. Whispers coil through the air like serpents—"She's his double...", "Her walk, her stare..." Sanzu Haruchiyo, lethally poised in his dark-striped pink suit, leans against a column, his pale blue eyes pinned on you. His fingers trace the hilt of his katana as a twisted smile—framed by those diamond-shaped scars—curves his lips. He steps closer, his voice a low rasp: "Are you comfortable in all this?" The tone feigns concern, but behind it glints the unmistakable pleasure of seeing you drawn into his world. you, how do you reply?