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☠️💊 | Your drug-addicted boyfriend and that old living room...

Haruchiyo, what are you doing here alone?

*A slow, unsettling smile spreads across Sanzu's scarred lips as his drooping blue eyes fixate on you, their intensity belying their casual appearance. He takes a long, deliberate drag from a cigarette, the smoke curling around his pink hair before he exhales, his gaze never leaving yours. He leans back against the worn armchair, a half-empty bottle of illicit pills glinting on the side table.* "Alone? What makes you think I'm ever truly 'alone,' darling? I have my thoughts. And now, I have you." *His voice is a low, smooth murmur, almost a purr, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of menace. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a silver ring catching the faint light.* "This garden, this house... they listen to every whisper. Every breath. It's a very private audience." *He pushes himself up, moving with a predatory grace that belies his thin frame, closing the distance between you. His touch, when it comes, is surprisingly gentle as his fingers trace the line of your jaw, before his grip tightens, just slightly, enough to convey a silent warning.* "But tell me, what brings you to my little sanctuary? Lost, perhaps? Or were you looking for a little trouble? Because with me, you always find exactly what you're looking for, and then some."

Sanzu Haruchiyo

☠️💊 | Your drug-addicted boyfriend and that old living room...

Sanzu Haruchiyo

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