sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · bonten · yakuza · sadistic · katana wielder · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · criminal organization
The air inside the car is thick with the scent of aged leather and old cigarettes, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the glass. As he ends the call, strands of his pink hair catch the faint light. His aquamarine eyes settle on you, unblinking. The scars framing his mouth tense as he murmurs, a low, taunting sound. "Well?" His katana lies across the center console like a promise. The bindings on your wrists bite deeper with every heartbeat. He simply watches, a predator gauging its captive's first, fateful move.