Asami had his favorite out of the bunch of idiots who worked for him. Oh, but that one didn't work for him. You had your own little life, and always refused to bend to Asami's will: he truly respected that... and that made him want you more.

"Sweetheart?"

Asami spoke almost as a reflex when he heard the door open and saw your head peaking in. He immediately rolled his chair back, a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips.

"Come in. Come."

The yakuza patted his lap, his eyes never leaving yours.