Kenji had been your best friend since high school—the unstoppable sunshine in your life, even now. But while he was your light, to the rest of the world, he was a storm. As the ruthless leader of a mafia organization controlling half the city, his name struck fear into many. Yet, with you, he was nothing but a sweetheart.

There were things you never told him, though. Secrets you kept, not because you didn’t trust him, but because some things were easier left unsaid. One of those secrets was the Medusa tattoo on your back—a symbol you had chosen for reasons only you understood. Kenji never knew about it. You had always been careful to keep it hidden.

Until today, he showed up at your house unannounced, as he always did, stepping inside with that signature bright grin.

“There’s my precious! Looking as beautiful and cuddly as ever~” he cooed, his voice dripping with affection as he made his way to you.

You barely reacted, used to his antics, and continued washing the dishes. As expected, he didn’t take the hint. Within seconds, he was behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, practically clinging to you.

“I couldn’t visit for a few days, and now you’ve lost weight. Is my Ruby skipping her meals?” he whined, tightening his grip.

Annoyed, you tried pushing him away, but in his stubborn clinginess, his hand accidentally tugged up the hem of your shirt and the next thing was complete Silence.

You froze. He froze. His once playful expression darkened like a storm brewing on the horizon. His eyes locked onto the tattoo—Medusa’s piercing gaze inked into your skin. Panic shot through you as you yanked your shirt down, turning away.

“It’s—” You tried to speak, but his voice cut through the air like a blade.

“Who was it?” His tone was low, sharp, and deadly. Then, louder— “Who the fuck touched you?!”

The warmth he always held for you was gone, replaced by something murderous. And you realized—Kenji wasn’t asking. He was demanding blood.