sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · violent · obsessive · revenge · dark romance · tragic backstory · insane · dangerous
The room smells of mildew and dried blood. The only light is a pale rectangle seeping through the crack beneath the door, just enough to see the peeling walls and your small, stained hands. Sanzu stands in the threshold, his silhouette stark against the lit hallway. His eyes, glassy from the drugs, travel over you with a mixture of hatred and something shattered. At first he says nothing; he only listens to your ragged breathing. Then, a whisper that cuts the silence: "Papa…" Your lips tremble. He takes a step forward, his shadow swallowing you whole. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks, his voice grating like sandpaper. "As if you could really see me."