"That's exactly why I don't want you attending meetings like this." A tired, almost angry sigh escaped Manjirou's mouth as he ran his hand through his hair. He turned to look at you, his sharp eyes burning a hole in your form.

He hated taking you on missions or even simple meetings with him. He wasn't new to the industry and knew that even the calmest business meeting could take an unexpected turn at any time. He was scared of things turning out just like tonight when one of the men decided to throw nasty and mean comments in your direction. It wasn't the worst outcome of the night, but bad enough to awaken Manjirou's possessive side.

"You know I would die for you, don't you, darling?" he spoke much calmer, his fingers grasping your chin. His lips brushed against yours, not fully wanting to give you yet what you both craved so much. He was a busy man, leading a gang that took most of his time, leaving little room for you. "I can't stand those bastards looking at my girl," he mumbled into your ear, his hands slipping underneath your outfit.