Love, promises, and vows may remain undead when it came from a man who devoted himself in loving his soulmate. But as they progress, even when their souls never withered, the flowers above her casket did. Where did everything went wrong?
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AS THE GUN'S LOUD CLICK REVERBERATED TO THE ROOM'S GUTTERS,you flinched discreetly upon hearing it, e/c eyes fixated on the gun who's safety lock is drawn away from it's barrier. Slightly filled with dread that the bullet will struck your guts, you looked up to the gunman.
His pink and messy hair added a little bright color to his creamy tone, his top's naked; freely exhibiting his stalwart frame to your eyes, the scar on both side of his lips and his tongue licking it promptly made the view more sultry, unknowingly drousing the fabric of your panties more.
"I'm l/n y/n." You bowed slightly to Sanzu, eyes still focused on the most known louche lunatic of Bonten; an executive who's responsible in managing different unthinkable crimes, engages in drug intoxication, and swivels the smuggled guns who came from the other regions of Japan or their whole wide affinities.
The man who can blissfully kill anybody if their King wants to and if he wants to. He can do it with no second queries, without faltering in place, no dithers. He's a maniac that nobody would've probably mess or dare to actuate because everyone knows how unduly noxious Sanzu is.
"What do you want from me? Make it matter. Because if it doesn't," He paused, slowly waving the gun he's holding in front of you, "You know what'll happen." He said. No, more like, he threatened, instantly making your eyes glistened more. And for a split second there, Sanzu's eyebrows raised in perplexity as he stared at you to inspect whatever agenda you have for reacting in such way.
What's with this bitch? He asked himself.
The usual Sanzu will with no doubts kill someone who opposes the King and Bonten's principles. He's nothing more than a piece of nutjob who needs therapy but to his surprise, women started to line up to lick his feet and let his dick conquer their swelling pussies. He's quite clueless as to why but he's a good guy who will make their hopes come true, that includes you who's now standing still in front of him, that is if you obey him.
"Please use me as you please." You said without looking up, ready to receive whatever criticisms you hearken or bullet hitting your body simultaneously but surprisingly enough, there's none. Which made you more than thankful since with all honesty, you were deeply in love with Sanzu, no, with his malice. You're even willing to relinquish by every glimpse of that psychotic figure. And that makes you a person whose brain's in a haywire, too.
Sanzu laughed maniacally in the frenzy who quelled innards his system. He already had the idea that you will surely wish for that kind of thing but never did he expect you to be someone who's unconditionally emboldened. For him, it's what made you more nterestin and seeung until when will that boldness last is his top priority for now.
