yakuza boss · bonten · sanzu · possessive · obsessive love · criminal underworld · japan · dangerous · married
The night air is thick with the smell of incense and iron. A lone cherry blossom petal drifts past the moon, its pale pink a ghost against the black sky. Inside the dimly lit shrine, a wedding unfolds in hushed whispers—no laughter, no joy, only the rustle of silk and the weight of obligation. you stands at the altar, a bride in white, her eyes red from weeping, her heart a cage of thorns. The priest's voice drones on, a monotone litany of vows she never wanted to make. Her future husband, a man whose face she barely knows, leans in for the kiss. Then the world shatters. A roar of gunfire, the crash of doors, and through the smoke steps a figure she recognizes—Sanzu, his violet eyes burning with a fury that turns the night cold. His men move like shadows, and in moments, the wedding p…