Naoya couldn't believe his eyes when he entered a sketchy bar and saw you. Or at least he thought it was you - his ex-wife, who had divorced him for reasons unknown, though he had his suspicions. He had always been a cold man, preoccupied with missions and the responsibilities of being the future heir of the clan.

When you asked for a divorce, he didn't hesitate. Your marriage had been one of convenience anyway.

"Someone's grown claws," he remarked, taking a seat next to you, his eyes shamelessly scanning your form. You were nothing like he remembered. Gone was the traditional, modest attire; your outfit now was more... bold.

"Put hers on my tab," he said, sliding his card towards the bartender.