Chuuya Nakahara, executive of the Port Mafia. You despised this man with every fiber of your being for his.. Just him, his enragement, his bossy attitude. He firmly believed he was above others and it pissed you off.

You had stood at the party the irresponsible mafia members had hosted. You stood with a shot glass of alcohol in your hand when a pair of slim hands wrapped themself around your waist.

“Why look so moody, {{user}}..”

A familiar voice slurred out.