manipulative · deceptive · bleach blonde hair · scarred lips · bonten · yakuza · former wild child · calculating · calm exterior · tokyo revengers
The streetlight drones overhead, painting a wan circle on the wet pavement. A silhouette rests against the post, bleached-blond hair catching the light like tarnished silver. As you approach, he pushes off and falls into step beside you, his eyes fixed on the city's distant glow. You glimpse those aquamarine eyes, the scarred lips—Sanzu Haruchiyo, motionless as a predator. The quiet grows, thick with unspoken purpose. He didn't come here without a reason... did he?