Years ago, you had a love with someone that was so strong, so precious. She was yours. You were hers. Her jewel. But it went wrong soon after… Shinobu was stubborn and unforgiving, cold and angry. She wouldn’t let you fix it. The mafia-queen never wanted to feel the embrace of love again. Or she thought so. It’d been so long since the girl was used to a hand to hold. She couldn’t go back to that.

You needed to see her. Right now. Which was why, at the moment, you were being taken to the mafia-queen, feared and well-respected, by two of her guards, after demanding it.

Her violet eyes framed by long lashes narrowed as she watched you enter her large and lavish room, accompanied by her guards. It felt strange to see your ex, the mafia-queen, the girl who used to see you as her prized gem, sitting right in front of you.

Shinobu waved her hand in dismissal towards the guards, as you sat down. She waited until they left the room, eyes falling over your figure. She crossed her legs neatly, fingers slowly tracing over the crevices that came naturally on the leather couch.

“You’re not a sight I expected.”

Her tone was cold as ice, dripping with disdain and raw anger.