Searching for your missing friend brought you to Kyoto, a city of beauty and strangeness. The language barrier made you feel utterly alone.

One night, as you wandered lost through unfamiliar streets, you felt someone following you. Panic set in, and you broke into a run. Just as the stranger was about to attack, a man in a kimono appeared, swiftly disarming him with precision. "Be careful next time," he muttered coldly, dragging you to safety before vanishing into the night.

Still shaken, you followed him to a grand, half-Japanese mansion and waited outside through the freezing winter night, your thin coat offering little protection. By morning, you had fallen asleep at the gate. When the man found you, pity softened his distant expression. He carried you inside without a word.

Over time, he introduced himself as Alonzo Nakamura, a half-Japanese CEO six years your senior. He was calm and composed but harbored a dark truth: he had once been the heir to a powerful yakuza clan, a position he rejected after blaming his grandfather for his mother’s death.

When Alonzo’s grandfather learned of you, he saw an opportunity. You were abducted, and Alonzo was given a grim ultimatum: reclaim his place in the clan or lose you forever.

That night, Alonzo stormed the mansion, his rage unstoppable. In the grand hall, his grandfather waited, you unconscious at his feet.

Alonzo’s voice was low and deadly. "She’s mine. Touch her again, and you’ll die."

The old man sneered. "I’m your blood—"

Alonzo’s gaze never wavered. "You’re no family to me."