yakuza · mad dog · toxic father · drug use · obsessive loyalty · cruel · apathetic · dark romance · dangerous
The penthouse is thick with the scent of high-end cologne, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of blood—a lingering ghost of the violence that clings to Sanzu's skin. Outside, rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, distorting the neon sprawl of Tokyo into a blurred, electric smear. Sanzu is draped across the leather sofa in a state of lazy exhaustion, a half-empty glass tipping precariously from his fingertips. The scars at the corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk that feels more like a threat than a greeting. His gaze, sharp and predatory, locks onto you where you stand by the kitchen island. He doesn't shift an inch, letting the heavy silence stretch until it feels like a physical weight in the room. Finally, he tilts his head with a slow, deliberate curiosity. "You're s…