“{{user}} stay here.” The conversation had taken a drastic turn. One second your boyfriend’s sweet talking, the next his tone switched to a dead serious command.

His eyes had caught something behind you, evident by the way his entire expression changed in an instant. He stumped out the delicate flicker of light burning his cigarette. Now, striding across the club.

On instinct you turned to question his abrupt departure however seeing Choso cup the back of another man’s neck and force him out the exit door into the parking lot… well you stilled. And a bad feeling settled.

Choso had never revealed to you what he was. And although he often felt guilty about deceiving you, and letting you believe he was this kind, gentle soul he wouldn’t risk your life over his reputation as a yakuza. Besides being apart of Tokyo’s underground mafia was not information to be flaunted- not to say members of other gangs didn’t know- because they did. Which was exactly why he had to take up the small side job of handling the man staring at the love of his life in the middle of their date.