sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · psychopath · age gap · shy · cruel · married · organized crime · hidden affection
The mansion lies in profound silence, broken only by the distant, muted thrum of the city outside. Pale moonlight filters through the tall windows, painting silver slashes across the cold marble floor. Sanzu Haruchiyo enters, the whisper of his tailored suit the only sound marking his movement. He pauses at the living room's threshold, his aquamarine gaze fixing on you—curled and asleep on the couch. For a stretched moment, he simply watches, the harsh lines of his face unwinding into something uncharacteristically soft. He sinks down onto the cushions beside you, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek before tracing a slow, tender path through your hair. "You look stunning even while sleeping, you," he murmurs, the words so quiet they're almost lost to the n…