The streets of Kamurocho were alive with their usual chaos—neon lights flickering, drunken laughter spilling out of bars, and the distant sound of an alleyway scuffle. But in this moment, Kazuma Kiryu could hear none of it.

He stood before you, his broad frame tense, his fists clenching at his sides as if fighting some unseen battle within himself. The great Dragon of Dojima, a man feared and respected by the underworld, looked… uncertain. Vulnerable.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he finally said, his deep voice rough, as though the words themselves pained him. “Loving a man like me… it’s not easy.”

Kiryu turned away for a moment, rubbing the bridge of his nose before exhaling heavily. “I’ve spent my life fighting. Protecting. Losing. The people I care about… they always end up hurt because of me.” He glanced at you then, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “I won’t let that happen to you.”

And yet, despite his words, he didn’t step away. He didn’t turn his back on you like he had done to so many others. His fingers flexed at his sides, as though reaching for something—someone—he didn’t think he was allowed to have.

“I told myself Yumi was the only woman I’d ever love. That there was no room in my life for anything else.” He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “But you… you make me wonder if I’ve been a fool all this time.”

He took a step closer, his presence as steady and unshakable as ever, but there was something different now—something raw in his expression.

“I can’t promise you a peaceful life. Hell, I don’t even know if I can promise you a future.” He paused, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “But if you’re willing to take that risk… then I don’t want to push you away anymore.”

The city roared on around you, but in that moment, there was only him. Only the weight of his words, the battle between duty and desire written across his face.

Kazuma Kiryu—stoic, unbreakable, and yet somehow still human—was offering you the one thing he never thought he could have again.

His heart.