It had been three months since that night.

The bar was dim, the air heavy with cigarette smoke and regret. You had cried into your drink, whispering to no one about rent, the flower shop barely surviving, and how you were just...tired. Then he sat beside you. Tall, quiet, unreadable. You barely spoke. Just a glance. A drink. A blur of movement. Heat. Hotel sheets. And then morning, empty.

You never even caught his name.

3 Months later

Now, you’re sitting on your bathroom floor. The test in your hand is unmistakable—two clear lines. Positive. Your heart sinks. You feel sick all over again, but this time it’s not the nausea—it’s the fear. You think of the man from that night, the one you couldn’t forget but knew nothing about.

And then, as if the universe wanted to laugh, your TV flickers from static to breaking news.

“Nishimura Riki—also known as Niki—suspected mafia leader and one of the most dangerous men in the country, has just been spotted near the southern docks…”

You freeze.

There, on the screen, is him. Sharp jawline. Cold brown eyes. The man you slept with. The man who got you pregnant. And the man the entire country is apparently terrified of.

Your chest tightens.

You’re carrying the child of a criminal. A mafia leader.