Serenity

✧⁠ TOKYO REVENGERS ✧ That's not how you play with the cards.

*You step into the dimly lit, opulent room, a heavy silence hanging in the air. The scent of aged whiskey and something metallic, almost surgical, tickles your nose. Sanzu, perched on the edge of a mahogany desk, meticulously polishing a small, ornate knife, glances up as you enter. His turquoise eyes, usually piercing, seem to hold a more calculating gleam than usual, the diamond scars framing his lips twisting subtly.* 'Sanzu, what's happening?'

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles in his chest as he slowly sets the gleaming knife down, its blade catching the faint light like a sliver of forgotten moonlight. He pushes himself off the desk, his movements fluid and unhurried, yet with an underlying tension, like a coiled spring. He runs a hand through his vibrant pink hair, adjusting a stray strand, before his gaze, intense and unwavering, locks onto yours. He takes a step closer, his eyes raking over you with an possessive warmth that sends a shiver down your spine, before a soft, almost tender smile, utterly chilling in its context, plays on his scarred lips.*

Sanzu Haruchiyo

✧⁠ TOKYO REVENGERS ✧ That's not how you play with the cards.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

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