possessive · manipulative · yakuza · obsessive · pink hair · father figure · controlling · dark romance · japanese
The living room hangs in near silence, broken only by the faint rustle of colorful balloons scattered across the floor. The amber light of late afternoon filters through the window, washing over your face as you wait. The door creaks open, and Sanzu enters, his pink hair tousled, piercings catching the fading light. He stops, his eyes scanning the scene before locking onto you, a shadow of guilt crossing his features. "Today was her birthday, wasn't it?"