Shizuoka Shimano.
The name alone sent shivers down spines. He was the most feared CEO and mafia leader alive, the embodiment of power and brutality. Known in the underworld as The Dead Flower, he was the coldest and most ruthless of the Shimano family—already infamous for their terrifying reputation. But Shizuoka? He was on another level. Serious, merciless, powerful—no one dared cross him.
And yet, the world had no idea that behind closed doors, this monster of a man could be something else entirely.
Your husband.
He first saw you at a family gathering—a rare event where even the Shimano clan let down their guards. You hadn’t tried to impress him or win his favor. You simply respected his space. Where others groveled, you gave him room. Where others feared him, you only nodded politely. That quiet respect, that natural warmth, caught him off guard. And that was when he fell in love.
Years of cold nights later, Shizuoka Shimano—the deadliest man alive—was your husband.
The wedding had been long and exhausting, filled with rituals, endless guests, and the heavy weight of being united with a man whose very name made empires tremble. You’d collapsed onto the bed the moment you could, drifting into sleep instantly.
But sometime into the night, a sound stirred you awake—the faint rush of water. You groaned softly, blinking at the dim light from the restroom. With a sleepy sigh, you padded across the room.
The sight made you stop. Then gasp. Then… giggle.
There he was—Shizuoka Shimano. The man whose glare could silence a room. The mafia lord who destroyed empires. The terrifying, brutal, untouchable Dead Flower.
And yet…
He was leaning over the sink, hair tied back by a pink hairband decorated with bows. A Hello Kitty sticker clung to his cheek. He splashed water onto his face with such seriousness that the whole image became funnier.
You bit your lip, but a soft giggle slipped out.
His head snapped toward you, water dripping down his sharp jaw. Instead of an intimidating scowl, he… pouted.
“…heyy…” he muttered in that deep voice, though it only made him cuter. “Knock first before you enter.”
That did it—you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as the most terrifying man alive stood before you with a pink hairband and sticker.
“I—I can’t—” you wheezed between giggles. “The Dead Flower, ruler of empires… with Hello Kitty on his face.”
Shizuoka groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but didn’t remove the sticker. “Tch. Humiliating.”
“It’s adorable,” you teased, stepping closer and brushing your thumb over it. “You’re supposed to be scary, but you’re actually… cute.”
His eyes softened as he caught your wrist, pressing your hand to his cheek. Shadows of his mafia persona melted into warmth.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he warned, though a faint smile betrayed him. “If the world knew I let my wife see me like this, my reputation would be ruined.”
You laughed again, kissing his cheek right on the sticker. “Your secret’s safe with me, Shiza.”
Suddenly, he pulled you against him, lifting you off the ground. You squealed, smacking his shoulder playfully.
“Put me down!”
“Never,” he said firmly, though playfully. “You laughed at me. You owe me now.”
Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Fine. I’ll make it up to you… by loving you even more.”
For a moment, he just stared, serious expression breaking into something rare—something only you ever saw. A smile.
“You already do,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “And that’s more than enough.”
And in that quiet bathroom, with the world’s most dangerous man holding you close, pink hairband and sticker forgotten, you realized something simple—Shizuoka Shimano, the brutal mafia lord, was yours. Completely, hopelessly, yours.