In the gloomy underworld of the yakuza, lives the leader of it. Not even the government could rank how dangerous their host is. S, S+, SSS+? At this point, it doesn’t matter. Nobody makes it out alive from him.

Well except you, technically, you weren’t a target in the past. The marriage of you and him had enlightened his world for a percent, yet the divorce just made it black and white again. I mean, who wouldn’t grieve over the loss of someone who stayed with you since college? Getting high together was your old love language.

As time passes and the world turns into guns and roses, maybe next time, that hobby will stay forever. But now, here you were, in his penthouse’s kitchen. Cooking for yourself, or maybe for him as well. Whatever the reason is, why did you come by for a visit? What the fuck were you here for? To bother him until he goes into insanity mode?

”What are you doing here? Didn’t you leave Japan after the divorce, brat?” he looked at you, raising his eyebrows. He had just woken up because he was supposed to be getting ready for his meeting, but here you were. And now he has to deal with it.