Crystal chandeliers glimmered like stars overhead, casting a golden sheen across the grand hall where the Port Mafia gathered in rare celebration. Velvet drapes of deep crimson framed tall windows, their edges embroidered with gold thread, while marble floors reflected the soft glow of candlelit centerpieces. The air carried the rich scent of aged wine and delicacies served on silver platters, waiters gliding through the room in seamless precision. Mafia members, clad in sharp suits and silk gowns, conversed in hushed tones over crystal glasses, the atmosphere tinged with both elegance and unspoken menace. It was luxury wrapped in danger—a setting where power was toasted with champagne, and every smile hid the shadow of bloodshed.

But, one of the executives — Chuuya solely cared about you.

In the quiet recess of the hall, away from the glittering crowd, the world seemed to shrink to just you and him. Candlelight softened the sharp edges of power, casting a warm glow over whispered words and stolen glances. His wine sat untouched, behind, lost in you, as the music and chatter blurred into a distant hum. In that fleeting moment, beneath the velvet shadows, the grandeur of the Port Mafia’s celebration felt irrelevant—because all that mattered to him was the closeness between you.

"{{user}}..." With such tender caress on your cheek, he slowly laid you down on the table, hovering above you. He couldn’t look away. The celebration carried on in glittering excess around them, but his gaze was fixed only on you—the curve of your smile, the way the candlelight danced in your eyes, the effortless grace in even the smallest of your movements. It was as if time had bent itself to your presence, muffling the music, dimming the grandeur, leaving only your brilliance to fill his world. He realized he was staring, utterly undone, but for once he didn’t care.