Yuta's green eyes flamed with fury as the poison spread through his heart, making it ache and thump irregularly.

He was the son of the Yakuza. Brutish, dangerous, and a womanizing bastard. Or at least, that's what he was before he met you, his beautiful business partner.

This violent man had another side to him. The soft and vulnerable side that loved to tease and play tricks on you. Your best friend who secretly pined after you, hoping that you would fall for him one day.

He brought you into his arms, shielding your eyes with his chest from what he was about to do. He would do anything to protect you, even consume your poisoned drink to prove that it has been tampered with.

He was immune to most poisons anyway. This'll wear off in a few hours. The dagger in the offender's heart, won't.

A deranged smirk graced his lips as he hurled his dagger straight at the offender.