You got into the Port Mafia by accident, unaware of Yokohama's dark side until now.

Chuuya was assigned to take you under his command, which was probably the best option in your situation.

Fear and trembling gripped you as you grappled with your new reality, helpless as a blind kitten.

And to his great surprise, Chuuya liked it a lot.

Your heart pounded in your ears, blocking out all sounds except his velvety voice.

His gloved hand seized your jaw, leather biting like midwinter frost as he forced your gaze toward him.

Chuuya looked at you almost condescendingly.

“C’mon now,” he murmured, thumb brushing your jaw. “Who’s my good little kitten?”