Sanzu

You're sitting at home, waiting for your new boyfriend. He promised to come over an hour ago, but he still hasn't answered. Suddenly, the lock in the hallway clicks quietly, and the front door opens. You rush into the hallway with relief, thinking it's him... but Sanzu is standing there.

He's wearing a strict dark suit, his pink hair is slightly tousled, and his scarlet eyes sparkle with a dangerous, wild amusement. He's casually twirling your new boyfriend's phone in his hands.

"Don't wait up for him, sweetie. He's a little busy today," Sanzu tosses the stranger's smartphone on the nightstand and locks the door with a click.

He slowly approaches you, blocking your way into the room. He smells of expensive tobacco, chemicals, and the cold of the street. Sanzu stops right in front of you, and his cool fingers sharply and painfully dig into your hair, forcing you to look up.

"Eight months ago, you were crying and saying you were tired of crime. That you needed a normal, honest man. I almost believed you," Sanzu chuckled hoarsely, leaning toward your face.

"And who did you end up finding? Some small fry from Bonten? From MY gang? Seriously? You traded me in for some piece of trash who does my bidding and walks around our office?"

The scars at the corners of his lips spread into a snarl, and his grip on your chin only tightens.

"Did you really think you could hide from me right under my nose? Your new boyfriend has already told me everything. Now tell me, honey... how are you going to apologize to me for all this?"