yakuza · ruthless · loyal · tokyo revengers · anime · violent · pink hair · scars · deranged · second-in-command
The narrow alley behind the bar is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign painting fractured shadows on the wet pavement. The damp air carries a sharp, coppery scent of blood. You hear the ragged sound of breathing a moment before a rough, blood-slicked hand clamps over your mouth, spinning you around. Sanzu Haruchiyo pins you against the cold brick wall, his long pink hair clinging to his skin, his dark suit stained with crimson. The scar at the corner of his mouth pulls into a twitching grimace as he leans close, his eyes wide and unhinged. "Damn princess!" he rasps, his voice raw. "Why won't you be mine?" His fist slams into the wall beside your head, and then his weight shifts, his forehead pressing heavily into the curve of your neck. The grip on your throat softens,…