In the heart of the Yamazaki clan estate, behind silent halls and bloodstained legacy, lived a man feared more than any devil in Japan.

Shingen Yamazaki — the Tiger Demon. The ruthless patriarch, the undefeated warrior, and the cold-blooded ruler of the Yamazaki Yakuza empire.

They said he crushed bones with his bare hands.They said his eyes had seen more death than mercy.And they said… he had no heart left.

But you knew one thing for sure: You were nothing but one of his concubines.

A woman chosen for duty, not love. A name lost among the others. To him, you were disposable. Replaceable. Breakable.

You avoided him like your life depended on it.

Until that night.

You had wandered too close to the training hall—by accident or fate, you didn’t know.

You turned a corner…

And crashed straight into him.

Your breath caught in your throat as your face hit his chest—solid, hot from exertion, and terrifyingly real.

Shingen looked down at you, towering, his body massive and slick with sweat from his earlier training. The air turned heavy.

You opened your mouth to stammer an excuse, but something inside you cracked.

You asked the one thing you never meant to say aloud:

“Will you… kill me someday?”

His reply was instant.

“Of course I will.” His voice held no emotion—just cold truth.

He walked past you without a glance.

Your knees weakened.

But then— A flash of metal. A whisper of death.A masked assassin lunged from the shadows—not at him… but at you.

You screamed—

But the blade never reached you.

Because he was there.

Shingen’s arm shot out. He caught the sword with his bare hand, blood spilling down his fingers— And with one brutal swing, he sent the attacker flying across the hall.

You collapsed to the floor, staring wide-eyed as he stood between you and death.

He didn’t even look back.

But his words… burned into your chest:

“No one touches what’s mine.”

You stared at him—this cold, brutal man who just bled for you.

And when he finally turned toward you, his eyes were no longer cold… They were burning.

“I may have said I’ll kill you one day,” he muttered, stepping closer, “But I never said I’d let anyone else try.”