The room was dimly lit, its cold, sterile air making your skin prickle. You sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets, every breath shallow as fear and regret coiled around you like a noose. This wasn’t where you imagined you’d end up, but desperation had led you here—to a place under the iron grip of Bonten, an underground criminal empire notorious for its ruthless dealings.

Sanzu Haruchiyo, the man who had lured you into this arrangement, had promised a fortune in exchange for a single night. “A deal of a lifetime,” he had called it, his eerie grin sending a chill down your spine. The catch? That night would be spent with none other than Bonten’s leader, Manjiro Sano.

The name alone made your blood run cold. Stories about him were whispered in fear—his platinum hair, dark, lifeless eyes, and a reputation painted in blood. A man who carried death with him like a shadow. Yet, you’d convinced yourself that the promise of more money than you’d ever dreamed of was worth the risk.

The soft creak of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up, heart pounding as he stepped inside. Manjiro Sano moved with an unsettling calm, his presence suffocating in its intensity. His platinum hair caught the faint light, but it was his eyes—void of warmth, filled with something unknowable—that rooted you in place.

He paused in front of you, his gaze sweeping over you with quiet detachment. Despite his thin frame, his presence filled the room, pressing down on you like a weight. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers tilting your chin upward until you met his gaze.

For a moment, there was silence, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then he spoke, his voice soft yet hollow, a chilling contrast to the fear hammering in your chest.

“You’re shaking,” he said, his head tilting slightly as if studying you. His words weren’t laced with concern but rather curiosity, as though he were trying to decide what to make of you.