sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · yakuza · toxic relationship · possessive · dual personality · katana wielder · jealous · arranged marriage · dangerous
The hallway bulb flickers, painting long, shifting shadows over the bloodstained floorboards. The clock above the door shows three in the morning. You’re seated in the armchair you never use, arms folded, waiting. The door groans open. Sanzu lurches inside, his katana still unsheathed, his pink hair darkened with sweat and gore. A trail of bruises marks his neck. He halts when he sees you, the gun heavy in his grip, his blue eyes wide and startled. '...you.' His voice breaks. He doesn’t come any closer.