BLOOD LUST •*⁀➷ Yandere! Manjiro Sano➳Fem! Reader ➳Yandere! Sanzu

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❝It was never suppose to happen...❞
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Tokyo, Japan.

Age, Twenty

·𖥸· ──CHRONIC CLICKING OF YOUR HEELS...

Against the title below your feet rung through the seemingly emptied hallway of the substantial building that belongs to the infamous gang; Bonten.

(e/c) irises moving across the walls, the crimson painted walls decorated with horrific images--painted in black and white.

Your mind and stomach grew accustomed to such explicit surroundings-- being the future wife of the crime boss gave no room for a weak mind and stomach..

"Sorry I'm late, The traffic here was--"

"Jammed, I know. Your driver had already informed me.. Next time it might be better for you to just stay with me."

A rasping voice mentioned snappily; white locks swaying into your view as the crime boss sat on the leather loveseat before you.

Room filled with tension every time he spoke, his vocal enough to litter goosebumps across your flesh- no matter how long you have stuck to his side.. through Toman or Bonten...he always held a deep burning authority.

"That may be for the best."

Muttering with a light smile, unable to even disagree with the crime boss before you; the sight of the man rolling his wrist In your direction for you to lure your body to his-

Advancing, once in his reach- his firm grasp met your wrist, pulling you into his warmth with one palm massaging your hip until your figure rested perfectly in his lap with your body twisted halfway facing him.

"Perhaps I should dispose of this driver as well for being no use-"

"That's not necessary." Responding with haste, you danced the tip of your fingers across his shoulders, inhaling gently "Manjiro, it's okay I promised... He didn't do anything out of hand, not a single glimpse in my direction, my tardies are on my behalf." A low hum vibrated from his throat, his soulless black irises raked your clothed figure. His fingertips kneading your clothed hips in a mute ponder.

"Then I suppose I will have you pay for it tonight... In my way of doing so."

Grasping your chin with his other; his fingers curling your face in a soft grasp- rubbing his thumb across your lower lip.. His irises fixated on yours.

"You know you can't save everyone from my hands."

His words were never a threat when it came to you, it was a promise, every word that slipped past his lips to you has their full intent.

Rather it was good or evil, Manjiro had always kept true to his words with you. Even at the young age of when you first met him during his years in Toman, he never hid his true emotions from you as he would do with
everyone else.

However, over years of suffering the loss of his close love ones, those emotions you had fell for ended up being drowned out by one emotion the crime boss only seemed to wield.

Bloodlust.

Hearing the opening of the door to the private room gained Manjiro's attention, his black irises snapping to gaze at the intruder of your conversation-- the white- haired male sitting up as he spoke.

"This is who I wanted you to meet, (Y/n)... Instead of having random bastards to escort my wife, whenever he isn't by my side he will be by yours."

Tilting your skull towards the other body within the room, you felt your chest tightened- heart beginning to face as the other smiled at you-- his scars across his lips raising with his cheekbones.

"The name is Sanzu Haruchiyo, it's great to finally be introduced to Mikey's wife."

His low vocals vibrated from his throat past his lips, your long eyelashes fluttering to pull yourself from the trance of the other's presence: Sanzu's smirk widening just barely at the notice of your stun state.

"(Y/n) Sano.. It's nice to meet you too, Sanzu."

Manjiro nodded with a hint of approval lingering in his gaze, the crime boss raising to his feet with you, letting your feet settle on the floor as his decorative gang coat fluttered within the sudden movement.

"I will leave you two to it then."

Averting your confused gaze to Manjiro who began to walk from the room, taking you by surprise by his trust within his right hand man to leave you alone with a male for the first time.

"You're leaving?"

Questioning your lover who halted at the door, turning his skull to gaze at you and Sanzu from over his shoulder. "I have a business to tend to which I could finally focus on with you being escorted by Sanzu... If you need anything like shopping he will help you, I trust him with my most valuable after all."

Manjiro's piercing gaze snapping to the smiling Sanzu, the boss's jaw tightening-- his sharp words falling past his vocal folds. "Anything happens to my wife, I will kill you."

Sanzu nodded, not fazed at his words as any other would be, the rosy-haired male dramatically bowed at him "Don't worry, your wife is in good hands, Mikey!" standing to his full height with a relaxed smile on his
lips;

Manjiro nodded silently, advancing down the hallway leaving you alone with Sanzu.

A longing silence filled the less tense room, releasing a soft exhale once able to breathe in relief without the tension-- your shoulders dropped resulting in an amused chuckle from Sanzu.

"Damn, don't tell me his wife is even tensed around him."

A small smile formed across your lips, your fingers fumbling with one another- "It's not that I am afraid of Manjiro.. It's his thoughts that worried me."

Nodding with his lips purses in slight thought, the second-hand man stepped towards you- resting his hands inside his pockets.

"Thankfully you don't have to worry about that around me, just know I am crazy but then again I have to make you comfortable... And pleased in any way- Mikey's rules."

A taunting small smirk stretches across Sanzu's pierced lips as his irises snapped to yours causing your stomach to flutter; a gentle inhale passed through your lips, the male leaning forward.

"So, how can I do such for Mrs.Sano?~"

Little did you know, that day would be the beginning of years worth of forbidden intimacy between you and your Husband's right-hand man.