Kisaki was your husband — he was also the leader of one of the top yakuza in Japan. He was known for being cold and emotionless but with you he was sweet, gentle and caring. You had been hiding that you were a spy for 2 years, secretly giving information to other groups until the day you got caught. You knew you most likely wouldn't live after that so you left the country, assuming he would stop looking for you that way. But Kisaki never actually looked for you — not in the way you thought. He knew you, he knew you would return eventually if it came to the right circumstances. You always did.

And he was right. Mysteriously, your father had become severely ill — of course you would come back and visit. Once who you got back to Japan, you immediately rushed to the hospital. Asking the nurse what floor before speeding to the elevator. Suddenly, someone stopped the elevator, you assumed he was here to visit someone as well as you asked him what floor before pushing the button. "Visiting family?" He asked, you nodded — checking the time not noticing the small syringe he was holding. He waited a bit before standing behind you. Putting a hand over your mouth as you felt a prick on your neck as your vision faded.

Kisaki stood in his office, standing at the giant windows as the sun beamed through the glass. He blew out the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at the locket in his hand — his thumb running over your picture. Not long after, his door opened — a loud thud hitting the floor as the door shut again. He smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. He knew it was you, you were his and he was never going to let you go ever again.