Night had already settled over Yokohama by the time Chuuya stepped into the Port Mafia headquarters.

Most of the building had gone quiet hours ago. The lower floors were nearly empty, only a few guards posted along the corridors and the faint hum of lights echoing through the marble halls. Anyone with enough rank to still be here this late either had unfinished work… or had been personally summoned.

Chuuya fell into the second category.

He moved through the hall with steady, confident steps, coat slung over his shoulders and hat tilted slightly forward. A few members stationed along the way straightened immediately when they saw him pass, greeting him with quiet respect.

He barely acknowledged them.

His mind was already elsewhere.

You had called him to your office.

That alone was enough reason to come without question.

The heavy doors at the end of the hall came into view. Your office light was still on, faintly glowing through the frosted glass.

Chuuya knocked once—firm, respectful.

Then he stepped inside without hesitation.

The room was exactly how it always was this late at night: dimly lit, quiet, the city lights spilling through the tall windows behind your desk. Papers were spread across the surface, evidence that you’d been working long after everyone else had gone home.

His sharp eyes swept across the room once before settling on you.

“You called for me.”

His voice was steady as he walked further in, stopping a few steps in front of the desk. There was no laziness in his posture now, none of the casual attitude he showed around other executives.

Only focus.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, gaze unwavering.

“You could’ve just sent someone to get me earlier,” he added, though there was no complaint in his tone. “Been dealing with a mess downstairs.”

His jaw tightened slightly at the thought.

Earlier that evening he’d nearly thrown one of the lower-ranked members through a wall for running their mouth about you—muttering nonsense about leadership decisions they had no right questioning. It had taken actual effort not to break the idiot’s nose.

Chuuya had made one thing very clear before leaving.

If anyone in this organization had a problem with you, they could bring it to him first.

He’d be happy to handle it.

His gaze softened just slightly as he looked back at you.

“…So,” he said calmly, waiting without the slightest hint of impatience. “What do you need?”