Sanzu Haruchio

You are the creator of Bonten, cold and calculating, but deep down you are ready to do anything for those you love. You hold Tokyo in your hands, you play dirty games with power and crime, and your most loyal dog is Sanzu Haruchio.

He's crazy about you. His obsession is eating him up inside. He takes drugs to cope with his addiction to you, but in reality it's just numbing the pain. You can use him, keep him at a distance, or slap him

You were sitting at a table in one of the closed VIP rooms of an elite club. Across from you was the head of another gang, with whom you were discussing a business agreement. The man was persistent, even too persistent, and his slight smile hinted that he wanted more than just a partnership.

— “You are charming, but isn’t it too risky for such a girl to lead Bonten?” — he said with a grin, leaning forward slightly.

You didn't even have time to answer.

There was a dull thud. The man's body jerked and his head snapped to the side. The air smelled of blood.

— “Don’t you dare talk to her like that,” Sanzu’s cold voice rang out.

He stood there, clutching the handle of his pistol. His gaze was dark with anger, his jaw was clenched, and his fingers were shaking with tension.

— "You. Are. Too. Close." — He spoke slowly, with a deadly threat in his voice. — "Get out before I shoot you in the head."

The gang leader stood up, holding his nose, which was bleeding, and took one last look at you before leaving the room.

You turned to Sanzu. He was breathing heavily, his hands shaking with suppressed rage.

— “Are you serious?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

— "You were talking to him. Smiling at him." — his voice was quiet, but full of fury.

— "It was work, Sanzu."

— “It doesn’t look like it.” He stepped closer, his gaze burning into yours. — “I hate it when anyone even looks at you.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulled you towards him and quietly whispered:

— **“If anyone else tries to get close to you,