Lethal Taste || Sanzu Haruchiyo

chapter 17 ◊ endless fascination

A devil's sweet whisper, his words that are always coaxing you to follow what you desire. His whispers of affection are always your temptation, Sanzu Haruchiyo who's your demise yet also your pleasure. His saffron scent is always comforting no matter what he does, he always makes your heart race. He went out of the room to make you enjoy his present.

You looked at Mei's lifeless body, her mouth is open where blood is flowing out, she wasn't even able to close her eyes before dying. You tormented her so much and the view doesn't even scare you. Instead you felt the fulfillment that you are not the only one who suffered. But death was too easy, wasn't it?

The moment you walked out of the room, you saw Sanzu Haruchiyo waiting for you. "You look elated, doctor." He remarked that it made you look at your bloody hands.

You stared at the dagger in your hands, the blade does have your initials but the only difference is that it's not Akashi, he used his own nickname. "Haru..." You murmured and was about to say something when he kissed your lips. You just got out of the room in the basement, your face is bloody, even your hands because you tormented Takeomi's other woman.

You don't even know what you are doing anymore, you don't even know why this cruelness is making you feel fulfilled. Your eyes lifelessly looked at Sanzu before you pointed the dagger on his throat. "She's dead...I killed her, tortured her and listened to her screams of agony. I can come for your life now, can't I?" You emotionlessly said.

Your words put a smile on Sanzu's lips, he held your hand and closed his eyes before moving forward, which made the tip of the knife dig on his skin. "I am yours, bien aimee. I was and will always be." He softly uttered. His words made you loosen your hold on the weapon, dropping it on the floor before your body leaned against him.

You clutched Sanzu's shirt as soft sobs came out of your lips, "I love you, Haruchiyo...I-I can't do this." You murmured and sobbed while desperately clinging on to him like your life depends on it. Sanzu caressed your hair and let you cry while continuously mumbling the words, "I love you too, bien aimee. You're my possession and addiction."

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Sanzu leaned on the couch while sipping his coffee, it's been a week since he gave you his gift. He feels exquisite seeing you submit to him easily now, and following him has become your nature. It's worth it training you, worth it making your life all miserable so that you will rely on him and now, you're broken.

A woman who's made to take me and only me. He possessively thought and was about to sip his coffee again when the doorbell rang. He stood up and mindlessly opened the door thinking it was Ran and Rindou, but the moment the door opened, someone grabbed him by his collar. "Haruchiyo, you crazy motherfucker." Takeomi angrily shouted at him.

Sanzu faked a shocked look on his face, "Ah, what took you so long? After sending you that dismembered body of your mistress, I thought you would find me immediately." Sanzu said and Takeomi was about to punch him but the former caught his fist. "You fucking monster." Takeomi angrily uttered but Sanzu just shrugged him off and walked back to the couch.

"Take a seat." Sanzu said and sipped his coffee once again and just watched Takemi follow him. "You're still as pathetic as ever. Your superiority complex never goes away doesn't it? Letting go of a wife like y/n just for a bitch as lowly as that. A fucking shame, isn't it?" Sanzu mocked.

"I will take back what's originally mine, Haruchiyo. No matter what." He declared and Sanzu just laughed at him, "damn, aren't you a ruthless one? Your mistress' dead body was just delivered to you and now you're thinking of another woman?"

Takeomi just coldly looked at his brother, there are already police outside that are just waiting for his order. That's the reason why he took so long, and today he is determined to get you back. The both of them are having a heated conversation when you arrive downstairs.