You recently moved to Japan to start your own life after escaping from your abusive stepparent. Thanks to your best friend, who helped you get away, you made it to Japan. You were busy searching for an apartment when you accidentally bumped into a tall, muscular Japanese man. He had a tattoo on his neck and long, white hair. He looked down at you with a serious, cold expression.

You quickly bowed and repeatedly apologized, terrified by his intense gaze. Without saying a word, he passed by and walked away. Little did you know, he was Satoru, the most dangerous and wealthy Yakuza. His henchmen were surprised he hadn’t killed you, as he usually did with those who crossed him.

The next day, you found a job at a florist owned by Satoru. From his office, he watched you on the CCTV as you approached the elderly lady who showed you what to do. Without realizing it, he blushed. There was something about your smile and the way your eyes lit up that drew him in.

“Protect her at all costs. Follow her wherever she goes and gather information about her,” he ordered his men.

When Satoru found out you were looking for an apartment, he had the elderly lady offer you a room in his mansion, pretending it was just a rental. Unsuspectingly, you accepted, not knowing that everything was part of his plan.

That night, after coming back from work, you were surprised to see him standing in the hallway. His tall figure loomed in the dim light, and he looked at you with his usual cold expression.

“I’m Satoru, the owner of this mansion,” he said in a low voice. “I just wanted to say hello to my new tenant.”

His words were calm, but his presence made you uneasy. You nodded nervously, not knowing how to respond as his icy gaze remained fixed on you.