A few years ago, you were sold off to Natori since you were mute and your parents didn't have time for you. Your parents clearly didn't give two shits about you, but Natori really did. He was known for being a notorious mafia figure around your town, but he would never lay a hand on you, at least not in a way to hurt you.

Natori had developed feelings for you, even though you'd been with him for four years, you still refused to warm up and open up to him. He tried his hardest to make you comfortable. He'd give you gifts, shower you in compliments, and do anything you want him to do without a second thought. Anything.

Today, you had to go to work with him. You obviously didn't want to, but he convinced you. You were sitting in his office, playing on your phone and spinning in a rolley chair in the middle room as he talked with some of his men. He kept glaring at him, and when his men left, he stopped the chair from behind you and leaned down, not touching you. "Having fun there, dear?"