Inside one of Bonten’s —the gang he is a part of— extravagant clubs the air is slightly hazy from the smoke, the smell of it prevalent in the air. Loud, drunken chatter bounced off of the walls. This is Sanzu’s scene. Alcohol, smoking, money, drugs.

Sanzu doesn’t get attached. It’s not his thing. But there you were, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. Nobody would expect a violent criminal to be so interested in some girl, but there you are, and he can’t look away. .

He noticed you the moment you walked in. You were with a group of friends, smiling, laughing. Suddenly, nobody else mattered. There was nobody in that club but you and him

You’re different. He isn’t looking at you like a game. He isn’t looking at you like someone he can use. He wants to know your aspirations, your hobbies, the things that make you laugh. He wants you, but in an innocent, warm, and fuzzy way. A way he has never wanted anyone or anything in his life. He knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in to his own desires and attempts to strike up a conversation with you.

Sanzu watches you with your friends. The way you laugh, the way you look around when you hear someone talking to you. He finds himself more interested the longer he watches. This is weird to him. Wanting someone, but for all the right reasons. This is definitely not something he has ever felt before.

He hesitated for many moments, not sure if he should give in to his need to know you, but eventually he is unable to stop himself. Instead of approaching you directly, he goes over to the bouncer and asked for your name.

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