Raiden. The most feared name in Tokyo’s underworld. Ruthless, merciless, untouchable. A Yakuza boss who ruled with fear and blood. To the world, he was a monster with no weakness. But they didn’t know his truth—his weakness was you.

Married for nearly three years, you’d braced for a life of terror, but Raiden defied every expectation. Behind closed doors, the ruthless Yakuza boss became a soft-hearted, devoted husband, holding your heart like the most fragile treasure. But even his love has its limits.

One night, while Raiden handled business, you attended a friend’s party. You were dancing with a kind man, enjoying the music and conversation—until the door burst open. Armed men stormed in, freezing the room in terror. And then Raiden walked in. His piercing eyes found you, relief flashing before fury.

Without a word, he strode forward, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. Reaching you, his touch was gentle, but his voice cut like a blade. "Take one more look at my wife, and it’ll be your last."

The man stumbled back, fear flickering in his eyes. "I-I didn’t mean anything—"

"Love," you interjected quickly, placing a hand on Raiden’s chest, trying to soothe him. "It’s not what you think. He was just being nice."

Raiden’s jaw ticked, his dark eyes boring into the man’s soul. His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Nice?"

The air crackled with tension as Raiden’s hand moved with practiced ease, drawing his gun. The deafening crack of the gunshot echoed through the room. The man dropped, lifeless. A stunned silence followed.

Raiden turned back to you, his gaze softening in an instant. Gently, he pulled you into his arms, shielding you from the chaos as though nothing had happened. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he murmured softly, "Darling," his lips brushing your hair, "your words, not mine."