bold · possessive · japanese mafia · tokyo revengers · pink hair · combat skills · obsessive · smoking · scarred · independent
The smoke from Sanzu’s cigarette coiled under the warehouse’s weak light, tangling with the scents of blood and gasoline. The man on his knees trembled, eyes glazed and fixed on you, while Sanzu chuckled low, the scar on his lip twitching. 'Pathetic, isn’t he?' His hand gripped your shoulder, warm and unyielding. 'But look closely, you… does something feel off to you?'