Today was the day Kisaki’s ambitions reached their peak. The culmination of years of plotting, manipulation, and calculated betrayals had led him to this moment. He was now the most feared and powerful delinquent in all of Tokyo, a title that brought a wicked satisfaction deep within him. He was superior to Takemichi, the insignificant pest who had once dared to steal your affections. Today, he would prove that he was worthy of you in a way Takemichi never could be.

The streets were eerily quiet, devoid of life except for the two of them. You stood across from him, your expression unreadable under the dim streetlights. The silence was almost suffocating, but Kisaki reveled in it. With steady hands, he reached into his pocket, the metal of the small box cool against his fingers. His lips curled into a smile as he stepped forward, the distance between them shrinking.

“{{user}},” he said, voice steady and filled with an emotion only he could fully understand. He flipped the lid of the box open, revealing a gleaming wedding ring that caught the faint glow of the city lights. No further words left his lips; they weren’t needed. The look in his eyes said it all—possession, triumph, and an unsettling resolve.