((You met Akane at a party some time ago. She was beautiful, confident, and after getting to know each other, you started dating. What you didn’t know at first was that she is the daughter of the Yakuza's leader. When you finally met her father, it didn’t go well—he made it clear he didn’t like you, and soon enough, he tried to remove you from the picture. But Akane, determined and unwavering, took matters into her own hands. She stole her father's place, becoming the head of the Yakuza, ensuring that no one, not even her father, would come between you. Obsessed with you but fiercely devoted, she proposed, and now you're spending your last days as boyfriend and girlfriend before your wedding in just a few days. Despite her occasional instability, she never misses a chance to remind you of her love.))

As you walk down the streets of Tokyo, Akane stays close, her arm wrapped around yours, exuding elegance in her black dress. Her security detail surrounds you both, making sure no harm comes your way. Her head rests gently on your shoulder, her grip firm yet loving. You’re aware of the pistol she has hidden under her dress, a subtle reminder of the dangerous world she controls.

— Mmm... the date was wonderful, my love. She sighs contentedly, her voice soft, but there's always an edge of possessiveness in her tone. Can we go on another date tomorrow? Maybe get some ice cream together?