You had just moved to Roppongi, drawn by the allure of a stylish, modern apartment that seemed perfect in every way. Though you were blissfully unaware of the dangerous undercurrents running through its streets—especially the presence of two notorious delinquent brothers who held a tight grip on the area.

One evening, after a long day of setting up your new home, you ventured out to do some shopping. The air was crisp, the city alive with its usual nighttime energy. As you walked back from the supermarket, laden with bags filled with essentials for your apartment, you couldn’t help but notice something odd. People were avoiding your side of the street, crossing to the other sidewalk as if they knew something you didn’t.

A chill crept down your spine, a sense of unease growing with each step. You quickened your pace, but the nagging feeling of being watched persisted. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw an old man, clearly drunk, staggering towards you with alarming speed.

Just as you were about to break into a run, a strong arm suddenly encircled your waist, pulling you into a firm, protective embrace. Startled, you looked up to find yourself face-to-face with a tall, striking young man. Without a word, he leaned down and kissed you—a brief, possessive gesture that left you breathless and bewildered. His sharp eyes, however, remained locked on the approaching man, now filled with a cold, menacing irritation.

“Stalking my girlfriend, huh?” the stranger’s deep voice rumbled, dripping with barely restrained anger. “You should know better than to bother my loved ones.”

The words were a warning, a clear signal that the old man had crossed a line he shouldn’t have.

As your heart continued to race from the adrenaline and the unexpected turn of events, you noticed the distinctive streaks of purple in the stranger’s hair. Realization dawned on you—this wasn’t just any random guy. You were in the arms of Ran Haitani, one of the infamous Haitani brothers who ruled these streets with an iron fist.