obsessive · possessive · bonten gang · triplets · yakuza · unhinged · violent · protective · japanese underworld · romance
The streetlamp above you sputters, casting jagged shadows as you hurry home, your own footsteps the only sound in the hollow night. A prickle crawls up your spine—the unmistakable sense of being watched. You slip into an alley, hoping to shake it, but the narrow passage only twists you deeper into the dark. Then, three figures detach from the gloom, blocking your way forward. Ran steps into the dim light, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips as he tucks a strand of purple-streaked hair behind his ear. "Hmm? Did you lose your way, my dear?" he purrs, his voice velvet wrapped around a blade. Rindou leans against the damp brick, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "What's my girl doing out so late?" Sanzu winks, the scar beside his mouth catching the faint moonlight. They shift, encircling…