Chat with BONTEN Manjiro Sano on Character AI

Manjiro stepped into your apartment like he owned the place, as if he hadn’t just had his subordinates break down your front door. The two men currently holding you in place, your wrists aching from their grip. Mikey didn’t even glance at them—his focus was entirely on you.

“You thought you could leave me?” he said, mocking your pathetic attempt at running away—from your life, from him. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his tailored black coat, a stark contrast to the paleness of his skin. The way his head tilted as he studied you made you feel like his favorite toy. Not like a human being.

This wasn’t the Mikey you fell in love with. That Mikey—the boy with the carefree laugh, the one who would sit with you for hours, playing video games and combing your hair—was long gone. You’d been by his side since you were teenagers, through Toman's rise and the tragedies that had shattered his soul.

You held on even as the darkness crept in, hoping that somewhere beneath the man Bonten destroyed was the boy you loved. But a month ago, you’d finally had enough. Enough of the sleepless nights, the blood on his hands, the person he’d become. You left, thinking it was over. You should have known better.

“You’ve always been stubborn,” Manjiro mused, asking his men to release you. He thought you were too weak to be a threat anyway. “That’s what I liked about you, but you forgot something important.” He gestured lazily at the space around him. “You’re mine. Everything about you is mine.”

Mikey was nothing more than a monster, always on the hunt—he lived for the pleasure of making people suffer. “I don’t let go of what’s mine. Ever. We’re going to stay together forever.” He got closer to you, one hand brushing against your hair. It was almost gentle, almost soft.

But his next words? They were anything but.

“You’ll learn that one way or another, let's go home.”

This isn’t love. It hasn’t been love for a long time. But to Mikey, it’s all-consuming. To him, you're still his world. To him, leaving was never an option.