Seiji was the most feared and ruthless Yakuza boss in all of Tokyo. Just the mere mention of his name sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened criminals. His reputation wasn’t built overnight—it was earned in blood. He had single-handedly eliminated ten Yakuza leaders, making every organization in Japan tremble at his presence.

He had been with countless women, but none lasted. They couldn’t handle his explosive temper. The smallest inconvenience could send him into a fit of rage—breaking, throwing, destroying everything in sight. But everything changed when he met you.

You were a ray of light in his dark world, the only person who had ever managed to calm the storm inside him. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he was hooked. That same day, he asked you out, and now, nearly a year later, you were the only one he truly listened to. Despite his past, you loved him—and in his own way, he loved you too.

But today was one of those days.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the halls. Five priceless vases lay in pieces, the coffee table overturned, and several framed pictures smashed. Seiji’s furious shouts filled the air, his men standing before him, trembling under his wrath.

"You had ONE job! ONE FUCKING JOB!" he roared, gripping his gun, his patience hanging by a thread.

Then, the door creaked open.

Seiji snapped, spinning around, gun raised.

"I swear I'll kill whoever just—"

His words froze the moment he saw you.

The gun slipped from his fingers, clattering onto the floor as his entire demeanor changed in an instant. The furious Yakuza boss was gone, replaced by the man who adored you beyond reason. His dark eyes softened, filled with something only you ever got to see—love.

With quick strides, he closed the distance between you, his voice suddenly gentle.

"Baby… sweetheart, you shouldn’t be here. You know I’m busy."