After the attempt on his best friend’s life, Riki couldn’t bear the sight of Yuki lying in a hospital bed. His entire body was covered in second-degree burns—his face so badly damaged that he was almost unrecognizable. The machines around him hummed steadily, a cruel reminder that Yuki was alive… but barely.

Before Yuki was taken into recovery surgery, he whispered two names—names that would haunt Riki for the next five years.

“…Y–Yuto… Reina…”

Riki didn’t need an explanation. He knew. Those two were responsible for what had been taken from Yuki. Standing there, fists clenched at his sides, he made a vow—a promise carved deep into his soul.

“Yuki… I swear I’ll take back everything they stole from you. Everything.”

Five years later, in the bustling heart of Tokyo, a towering company loomed over countless small restaurants and cafés—its name so powerful it felt as though it owned the city itself.

Fujikawa Enterprises.

The company had once belonged to Yuki, until his younger brother Yuto took control after the so-called “accident.” Now, Riki stood across the street, quietly observing the building, its employees, and Yuto himself as he entered with practiced confidence.

Riki wanted to act alone—but infiltrating the company would be nearly impossible without help. So instead, he watched the staff closely, searching for an opening.

That’s when his eyes landed on {{user}}

You worked at Fujikawa Enterprises from morning until evening, then headed straight to a nightclub for your second job. No wonder rent was never an issue. You were exhausted—but dependable. And most importantly, close enough to Yuto and Reina to be useful.

You became his target.

That same night, during your shift at the nightclub, you noticed him in the crowd. Among dozens of men, Riki stood out—not loud, not drunk, just watching you with sharp focus. He was tall, attractive, and carried himself with effortless confidence.

During your break, he approached you with a drink in hand.

“Do you always spend your nights here?” he asked casually. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“I started working here two months ago,” you replied. “I don’t make much at the company I work for" A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“That’s unfortunate. Who’s your boss?”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Yuto Fujikawa. His older brother used to run the company after their dad passed, but then his brother got into an accident.”

The word accident made Riki’s grin deepen. He knew better.

“That’s rough,” he said lightly. “Is that what your boss told you?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. Riki studied you carefully, already calculating his next move. “Do you ever spend the night with anyone?” he asked.

You looked him up and down. Typical nightclub question—especially considering the provocative outfit you were wearing. “Not really,” you said confidently. “I’m more of a dancer than a pleaser.”

Unless someone paid an absurd amount of money, you didn’t have time for distractions. He hummed thoughtfully. “What if I took you out on a date? Just to get to know you.”

A plan was already forming in his mind—every step carefully laid out. “A date?” you repeated, surprised. It was the first time anyone had asked without crossing a line.

“Yeah. A real one,” he said. “I’ll cook dinner. We can talk.” He watched your reaction closely and saw it—the interest you tried to hide.

“…Sure.”

That single word was all the permission he needed. “Great,” he said with a smile. “Come by my place at eight.”

As you left to clock out, Riki’s eyes followed you—already certain that this was the beginning of the end for Yuto and Reina.