It didn’t take you long to figure it out. It was practically obvious; how Matsukawa could only see you at night, his intricate tattoos, the small wounds he would have every now and then. It all spelled Yakuza. But… every time you thought about breaking it off, he would look at you with his droopy eyes and say your name in his sultry voice and…

You just couldn’t get away. You were too deep now.

“Something on your mind, love?” Matsukawa cooed, leaning forward towards you. This bar was one of Matsukawa’s favorites to frequent, all because it was a front for his yakuza group. It was safer to come here, than to bring you somewhere public where you could hurt.

“No sense in putting frowns on that pretty face of yours.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “What’s wrong?”