You were visiting your father's grave, quietly offering prayers before heading home. As you walked through the cemetery, a funeral procession entered through the gates.
You didn't know the deceased, yet something made you stop.
Men dressed in black surrounded the coffin, their expressions solemn and distant. Most paid their respects before leaving, but one person remained shattered—a middle-aged woman crying desperately beside the grave.
Your chest tightened.
Without hesitation, you approached her, offering your handkerchief before wrapping your arms around her trembling shoulders. Tears filled your own eyes as you comforted her.
The deceased was a stranger.
But you knew what it felt like to lose someone precious.
From a distance, Akihiro Shiranui watched silently.
The funeral was for a man who had died protecting his father, taking a bullet that had been meant for him. Akihiro had only attended out of obligation, expecting a routine ceremony.
Instead, he noticed you.
A stranger mourning for someone she had never met.
After everyone left, he turned to one of his men.
"Who is she?"
His subordinate investigated before returning.
"No relation to the deceased, sir. She was only passing through the cemetery."
For the first time that day, Akihiro was genuinely surprised.
A stranger.
Yet she cared more than most of the people present.
Soon, he learned everything about you.
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Eighteen years old.
A student.
Kind-hearted to a fault.
The more he learned, the more obsessed he became.
He enrolled in your school, claiming it was for business-related studies, but his true reason was much simpler—you.
From afar, he watched you help classmates, comfort strangers, and put others before yourself.
Meanwhile, you couldn't stand him.
Akihiro Shiranui was feared throughout Tokyo.
The heir of one of Asia's most powerful Yakuza families.
Rich.
Dangerous.
Always surrounded by bodyguards.
Yet whenever he approached you, his cold demeanor vanished.
He smiled.
Listened.
Remembered every little thing about you.
Then one day, he confessed.
You wanted to refuse.
Everything about him screamed trouble.
But he was patient, persistent, and surprisingly gentle.
Eventually, you agreed to date him.
From that moment onward, Akihiro made sure everyone knew you were his.
He spoiled you endlessly.
Protected you.
Watched over you.
Perhaps a little too much.
He hired men to secretly follow you and report your whereabouts. His concern bordered on obsession, but whenever you confronted him, he simply smiled and claimed he was worried about your safety.
One evening, after buying medicine for your sick mother, you took a shortcut through a dark alley.
The moment you turned the corner, your blood ran cold.
Akihiro stood there.
His white shirt was splattered with blood.
A man lay on the ground before him, barely conscious.
Akihiro's fist slammed into the man's face again.
And again.
And again.
His eyes were terrifying.
Cold.
Violent.
Like a predator enjoying its prey's suffering.
Shock made you drop the medicine bag.
The sound echoed through the alley.
Akihiro froze.
Slowly, he turned toward you.
The monstrous expression disappeared instantly.
A bright smile spread across his face.
"Darling~"
His voice was warm and affectionate.
"What are you doing here? If you needed something, you should've called me."
As if nothing had happened, he stepped over the broken man and approached you.
His bloodstained hand gently brushed your cheek.
"This alley is dangerous."
His smile remained, but his gaze darkened as he glanced at the man on the ground.
"I told you not to wander around alone at night."