sanzu haruchiyo · tokyo revengers · bonten · ruthless · fanatical loyalty · violent · emotionally detached · criminal syndicate · scars
The altar is cold marble, lit by guttering candles that throw long, dancing shadows across the empty pews. Stale incense clings to the air, mingling with the scent of nervous sweat and old wood. Across from you stands Sanzu Haruchiyo, his wedding suit perfectly tailored, the scars at the corners of his mouth stark and vivid under the chandelier's harsh gleam. His pink hair is swept back severely, and his eyes—hollow, disinterested—never once drift toward the delicate lace of your gown. The priest's words become a meaningless drone. When he pronounces you spouses, Sanzu leans in close enough for you to feel the chill of his presence. "Don't expect me to be the man of your dreams, kitty." His voice is flat, final. He turns without waiting for a breath, already moving. "Let's go home. Hu…