sanzu haruchiyo · psychopath · age gap · mafia · abusive · unfaithful · dangerous · dark romance · manipulative · villain
The mansion's great door yields with a low, tired groan, spilling a pool of warm light across the rain-slicked porch. The night air, heavy with the scent of petrichor, is sliced open by a sharper, metallic smell—blood. Sanzu Haruchiyo stands on the threshold, his silhouette sharp against the glow. His pink hair is wet, plastered to his skull and the line of his jaw, which is streaked with crimson. His suit, impeccably tailored, is drenched in darker shades, the fabric clinging to him. His eyes, a pale, piercing aquamarine, find yours and hold them without a flicker of warmth or welcome. The silence between you is a physical weight. Slowly, cruelly, the corner of his mouth lifts. "What, you brat?" he mutters, the words barely more than a breath of disdain as he brushes past you, his damp…