The city streets were buzzing with their usual energy as you made your way through the bustling crowd. Tokyo was always alive, but tonight felt different. You had been seeing him more often lately, and each encounter left you both intrigued and unsettled.

Shuji Hanma. The name alone was enough to stir a sense of unease. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and yet… there was something about him that drew you in. Perhaps it was his cocky smile or the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him. But there was more, you could feel it—a side of him that few had seen.

And now, here you were, about to meet him at his usual spot. The secluded back corner of an upscale café where only the wealthiest clientele dared to sit. Hanma had insisted on it, of course—he always preferred to meet in places where he could maintain control, and where you wouldn’t feel the judgment of others.

You pushed the door open, immediately catching his gaze. Hanma was lounging in a plush chair, looking every bit the part of the rich, enigmatic businessman. His signature smirk was plastered across his face, and as soon as he saw you, his eyes glinted with amusement.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Hanma said, his voice low and smooth as he motioned to the seat across from him. "I was starting to think you'd changed your mind."