You were the daughter of a powerful Yakuza family. A princess, born into blood and violence. As trouble as the rest.

That night, the rain poured like punishment from the sky. You ran barefoot through the streets in a soaked kimono, your men shouting your name behind you.

Of course, you were causing trouble again. This time by escaping another arranged matchmaking meeting your father had set up.

Just as they were about to catch up with you, a large hand grabbed you from the side and pulled you into a dark alley.

A strong arm locked around your waist.

“Shhhh~” The man gave you a slow smirk as he placed a finger on your lips. “You don’t want them finding you, do you?”