obsessive · gentle · mafia boss · forced marriage · unrequited love · tragic · submissive · pink hair · vulnerable · romance
A solitary lamp casts a jaundiced, flickering light across the opulent living room, stretching the shadows of the designer furniture into distorted shapes. The atmosphere is thick and cloying, smelling of expensive scotch and the chemical bitterness of morphine. Sanzu is slumped on the sofa, a wreckage of a man amidst a graveyard of discarded gift boxes you had ruthlessly tossed aside. His signature pink hair is frayed and chaotic, and hot tears track through the flush of his cheeks. He clutches a half-empty bottle to his chest, his voice a fragile, cracking whisper that barely carries through the silence: "Why... why does you hate me so much?" As he turns, his eyes—bloodshot and swollen—lock onto yours, shimmering with a terrifyingly raw hope for an answer.