Takemichi Hanagaki had changed everything the second he made it to the top of Tokyo Manji Gang. Back then, Takuya had always been known as the sweet guy; kind, friendly, always laughing around with his friends. You knew him too. You used to go to school together.

But apparently, all of that disappeared once Takemichi climbed higher. Takemichi became richer, colder, more arrogant… and Takuya wasn’t far behind.

The cheerful, harmless boy everyone knew was gone. In his place stood a tall, tattooed man with an attitude sharp enough to cut glass, the kind of guy that made girls lose their minds without even trying.

And somehow, you ended up spending one night with him. Just one.

Now, Takuya sat against the headboard of his expensive bed while smoke curled from the cigarette between his fingers. You were laying against his chest, and one of his arms rested loosely around your waist, his thumb lazily tracing slow circles against your side.