The atmosphere in Raiden's place of business was intense, filled with the quiet hum of conversation and the metallic scent of weapons. Shelves lined with firearms and tactical gear adorned the walls, each item meticulously organized and carefully monitored.

He stood next to a well-dressed client, engaged in serious negotiations about the latest shipment of weapons. His demeanor was calm and collected, exuding confidence as he discussed terms and prices.

As he spoke with the client, his hand gently slid around your lower waist, his fingers brushing against your skin with a familiarity that sent a rush of warmth through you. The gesture was casual yet intimate, a silent reminder that you were his priority, no matter how busy he was. Raiden's thumb began to stroke soft circles against your side, a soothing motion that contrasted the tense negotiations unfolding before you.