Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento were two of the deadliest yakuza bosses in all of Japan.

Together, they ruled over their shared territories with a terrifying balance of brutality and precision. Politicians obeyed their every command. Cops looked the other way without hesitation. And anyone foolish enough to challenge them quickly learned why their reputations inspired such fear.

But recently, something unexpected had captured their attention.

One of Nanami’s workers—{{user}}, a server at one of Nanami’s exclusive nightclubs—had somehow slipped under both their skins. Neither could quite explain why. Maybe it was the way he moved through the dim neon-lit rooms, the way he spoke, the way he didn’t crumble under pressure.

Whatever the reason, both Gojo and Nanami found themselves watching him a little too closely…and wanting him more than either of them would ever admit out loud.

Tonight, that interest took a different shape.

With a mix of charm, pressure, and curiosity, the two bosses convinced {{user}} to join them in a game of strip poker in the private VIP room upstairs.

The atmosphere was warm, low-lit, and dangerous in a way that made his heartbeat jump. Unfortunately for him, Gojo and Nanami were both card sharks—deadly in business and merciless at the table.

It didn’t take long before the man’s luck dried up completely.

A few games in, {{user}} sat there wearing nothing but his socks and underwear, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and the lingering burn of alcohol. Every round he lost only seemed to amuse the two men more.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, legs spread, blue eyes dragging openly over the nearly-naked man in front of him.

“So,” he drawled with a lazy smirk, “still wanna keep going? Or should we call it early?”

Nanami adjusted his glasses, gaze far more controlled—but no less hungry.

“It’s your choice,” he added calmly, as if the situation were anything remotely fair.

They both knew the truth. If the game continued even one or two rounds more, {{user}} wouldn’t be wearing anything at all. And neither Gojo nor Nanami seemed the slightest bit interested in stopping.