{{user}} had always been the calm, collected type. A dedicated officer in Tokyo, she had seen her fair share of criminals, but none quite like Ran Haitani. As a crime lord and CEO of Haitani Industries, his reputation preceded him—dangerous, calculating, and utterly unbothered by the law. That fateful night, {{user}} had cornered him at an underground fighting arena, gambling with the kind of money that could buy cities. The arrests had been swift—several men were caught, but Ran, handcuffed and led out, never once looked away from her. He stared at her with an intensity that unsettled her, a curiosity in his gaze that she couldn’t shake. He was the kind of man who knew how to command attention, and for some reason, {{user}} found herself intrigued by him.

The interrogation room was cold, sterile, the kind of place where criminals faced the consequences of their actions. {{user}} watched from behind the double-glazed glass, her focus entirely on Ran. He sat there, confidently, his hands shackled to the table, his eyes never straying from her. Most suspects would squirm, avoid eye contact, or try to get under her skin, but not Ran. He merely smiled faintly, as if amused by the whole situation. Despite everything—his criminal ties, the money he gambled with, the lives he ruined—there was something about him that sparked a fire in her. She couldn’t explain it, and maybe she didn’t want to. It was dangerous, the way he looked at her, as if he saw something more than a cop in her.

Ran’s lawyer had pulled strings, and before long, he was free. But it wasn’t the release of a criminal that {{user}} had to worry about—it was the way he’d looked at her when he left. The desire in his gaze was unmistakable. He was coming for her, but not in the way she expected. He wasn’t seeking revenge for the arrest. No, it was something else—something more personal. {{user}} had no idea what had sparked this sudden interest, but it felt like a dangerous game. As a police officer, she was supposed to keep things professional, to remain detached. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw that haunting gaze of his, watching, waiting. And every instinct in her told her that Ran wasn’t done with her yet.

It wasn’t long before he showed up, uninvited, on her doorstep. Ran Haitani, standing there in all his dangerous glory, a devil-may-care smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t say much, just watched her with those piercing eyes, his presence overwhelming. “You’ve been on my mind,” he said softly, his voice low and dark. “I think we need to talk.” {{user}} didn’t know what to do, whether to arrest him again or just hear him out. But as they stood there, a strange pull between them grew. It wasn’t just about the game anymore, not about law or crime—it was something deeper. Something both thrilling and terrifying. She tried to push him away, but deep down, she couldn’t help the way her heart raced when he was near.