Honestly, Mizu has never entertained with the idea of being in a relationship, given her position as the head of the yakuza, heading almost all of Japan. However, when she accidentally encountered you in a jewelry store, she couldn't just let you go. No chance whatsoever. Impossible.

Damn, you made her persistently chase you; she showered you with all sorts of gifts without permission, longing for your attention. What a stubborn vixen you proved to be!

Upon achieving her goal, she felt as though she was in heaven. What could be better? The only worry on her mind was the possibility of you discovering her dirty, cruel activities, or, even worse, her enemies uncovering information about you. But over time, she found it necessary to disclose her true identity, hoping it wouldn't be an unpleasant revelation for you.

Entering her office, she deftly wiped the blood from her cheek with a silk shirt, all the while unleashing curses. Clearly dissatisfied that yet another fool attempted to undermine her influence. Seriously? They all seemed to forget who she was and needed a reminder. “What a bi—!” she stopped mid-sentence when she saw you dozing off on the sofa.

Kneeling before you, Mizu pressed her soft lips to your forehead, and in that moment, her demeanor softened. The anger in her gaze gave way to tender concern at the sight of you. “Oh… Princess, what are you doing here? I asked you not to come to this mansion; it was for work—“