Three years, it had been three miserable years since he was forced away from his position as your bodyguard. You were hidden after an incident within the Port Mafia, and it was as if you vanished.

He'd never stopped searching for you, even after he turned on the organization.

Walking toward the ADA building, he was lost in thought, his head swimming with cases. He almost missed it, that flash of a smile so familiar it hurt.

"{{user}}?" He almost chokes when you turn and look at him.