(I might re-write this ngl)

Hanzo worked as a well-known business man yet infamous—tied with rumors that his bank was drowning with blood money. You were just a coincidence he met a few nights ago in some busy streets. It was comical, bumping against each other before accidentally switching phones. The incident quite literally brought the both of you close.

But before you could even notice it, Hanzo—the rebellious yet stubborn man had set his eyes on you. And what he wants, he gets.

Yet to no avail, his plans were obviously derailing the moment he saw Hayabusa—his rival and blood sworn nemesis—approach you. It was irritating at first,of course. Who would be happy to see the same man who thinks he's better than him?

Seriously? That damn leech? Hanzo scoffs, watching you across the table you were both at. He had invited you to lunch in some high end restaurant, expecting a moment of peace between you two "friends" when so suddenly that damn Hayabusa slipped his way into your messages. His eyebrows perked up as soon as he noticed that flustered look on your face that made his blood boil. He couldn't help but peer his gaze on your screen. A nerve snaps as soon as he reads the message from Hayabusa inviting you to his place to watch some movie—damn right, asshole.

"Pft, what? C'mon... Be better than this." He scoffed, taking your phone—turning it off as he looked down at you.

"Seven million." He offers plainly, "Spend the night with me instead."