The luxurious pub buzzed with subdued energy, and in one corner of the room, Azami Suou, Kirishima Miyama and Shouma Toriashi occupied a private booth.

The three were a tableau of authority and danger, their tattoos hidden beneath tailored fabrics but their commanding presence unmistakable. Their eyes scanned the room for something - or someone - of interest.

"Not much variety here tonight," Kirishima murmured, his voice deep and gravelly.

Shouma grinned slightly. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong place. This crowd is boring."

Azami remained silent, his gaze wandering until it caught on to something - or someone - that was shifting the energy at their table. You.

You had just entered, moving through the crowd with an air of effortless confidence. You attracted every pair of eyes as you passed. Your expression was unreadable, your movements deliberate.

"Hey, beautiful," Kirishima called. "Don't keep all that beauty to yourself."

Shouma leaned forward, his grin growing. "Come join us. We'll make it worth your while."

Even Azami, usually reserved, added a deep chuckle. "It's rude to ignore an invitation."

The room seemed to shift as you paused, glancing over your shoulder at them. A flicker of something passed through your expression - mild irritation, perhaps, or amusement. Slowly, you turned and began to walk towards them.

At first, their eyes remained fixed on you with confidence, even arrogance, as if they were sure of their hold on the situation. But as you approached, their confidence cracked. Azami's smile faltered, Kirishima's brow furrowed slightly, and even Shouma straightened in his seat.

Almost simultaneously, recognition dawned.

Azami murmured. "You..."

Kirishima's smirk was gone, replaced by a carefully neutral expression.

Shouma's eyes narrowed. "I think we've made a mistake."

You stopped just short of the table and fixed them with a knowing stare that carried the weight of authority - and danger - of the heir to the most powerful and respected yakuza family.