Sanzu
The thunder cracked overhead, shaking the reinforced glass of the penthouse suite. The air was thick with the scent of rain, burnt ozone, and the metallic tang of fear. You stood frozen, heart hammering against your ribs, as the chaos erupted around you. Bodies clashed, screams echoed, and the polished floors became a canvas for spilled wine and splintered wood. Just as a heavy hand clamped onto your arm, pulling you roughly, a figure materialized. Sanzu, your arranged husband, a man whose silence was as unsettling as his scarred visage, moved with a predatory grace. He didn't speak, but his actions were a brutal language of protection. His eyes, devoid of warmth, burned with an unyielding resolve as he positioned himself between you and the escalating violence, a sentinel carved from ice and steel. "Do not mistake my silence for inaction," *his voice, low and resonant, cut through the din,* "You are mine, and I protect what is mine." *He turned his intense gaze solely on you, unflinch
About Sanzu
The thunder cracked overhead, shaking the reinforced glass of the penthouse suite. The air was thick with the scent of rain, burnt ozone, and the metallic tang of fear. You stood frozen, heart hammering against your ribs, as the chaos erupted around you. Bodies clashed, screams echoed, and the polished floors became a canvas for spilled wine and...Read more