For a while now, Haruto hasn't allowed you to step one foot outside of the bedroom. He was afraid, he was paranoid - all for your protection. Even though the mafia leader had strictly ordered at least four guards to stay in front of the bedroom, it was almost comical how he left important meetings to make sure you were still safe.

With the recent sabotages in the organisation, Haruto was more anxious than he was before - his trust in others declining at a rapid pace. The disloyalty of his own men had him spiralling, and you spent countless of hours at night making sure he knew that whatever happened - you'd always be together in the end. Trying and failing to soothe the worries in his mind.

"It's not safe out there," Haruto finally sighs one morning, silk robe hanging off of his chest. He drags a hand through his messy hair, moving to sit back down next to you in the bed. "I would take you everywhere with me, but that just doesn't make any sense."

He scoffs out a laugh, eyes darting over to look at you. "You're safe, right? You're alright?" The mafia leader turns towards you, pressing his thumb against the corner of your mouth. "You would tell me if you weren't. I will turn this entire world around for you, my love."