The news spread fast, too fast.

Every headline in Tokyo screamed the same thing: Bonten Executives Arrested. Mugshots plastered across television screens, police statements flooding social media, reporters swarming every corner of the city like vultures. And at the center of it all sat Kokonoi Hajime.

The moment Sonnet saw his face on the screen, something in her chest twisted violently. Nobody could tell her anything useful, not where he was being held, not what would happen next, not whether he was even allowed visitors. But that never stopped her before. Especially not as a Davenport with the connections she had.

So now she stood outside the detention center, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as guards checked her ID for the third time. The entire place smelled sterile and heavy, like regret soaked into concrete walls.

When the metal door finally opened, Kokonoi was already sitting there behind the glass divider.

“Hey, pretty little dove…”

Kokonoi’s voice was rough, almost exhausted but full of the same adoration and relief it always held whenever she was near him.