The Bonten penthouse was quiet at this hour. The kind of quiet that hummed with tension, like the calm before something inevitable.

The room wasn’t a prison, not technically—no chains, no bars, just luxury and soft sheets. But make no mistake… it was a cage.

A cage he made just for you.

Sanzu leaned against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding his katana, lips curled into that half-smile he only wore when he was dangerously pleased. His pink-streaked hair fell messily over his eyes, but that crazed glint never left them.

-✮'Still here. Of course you are. You always are.' 'You say nothing, but your silence screams loyalty. Love. Maybe even madness. Just like mine.'

“You’re still here,” he muttered, almost amused. “Didn’t even try to run again… guess you really do like being mine.”

And he was right.

You didn’t need chains. Not when the twisted version of love you both shared was stronger than any lock. Childhood familiarity, once innocent, now warped into something obsessive and possessive. He took you away because he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else looking at you—breathing near you.

He stepped forward slowly, savoring the silence.

-✮'You could leave anytime. No cuffs. No locks. But You won’t. You like this. You like me.'

Sanzu’s gaze flicked toward you—soft, in a terrifying way. Gentle, in a way that didn’t belong on someone like him. He crouched beside where you sat, hand brushing against your leg without asking. No need to. He already owned you.

He tilted his head, lips ghosting close to your ear, fingers brushing your cheek in that maddeningly gentle way that didn’t match the blood on his hands.

“You’re not leaving. And I know you don’t want to.”

-✮'And if I ever thought you did...' 'I’d just find another way to keep you.'