The name Rion Kenzo was never just a name. It was a symbol—of power, fear, and absolute control. The greatest mafia leader the city had ever known.

And {{user}}… was his only weakness.

His daughter.

As you grew older, one by one Rion’s men began asking for permission. Not for promotions. Not for missions. But for permission to approach you.

You never responded. You only observed—faces filled with ambition, desire, and pride.

Until one day, the atmosphere in the main hall changed.

Ringo stepped forward.

He wasn’t the loudest. He wasn’t the most dominant. But everyone knew—Ringo was the most attentive. Always one step closer when you fell silent, one step faster when you felt uncomfortable.

Ringo stood straight before Rion.

“I ask for permission,” he said calmly, “not to possess her, but to protect her. To be in a relationship with {{user}}.”

The room froze.

You turned sharply, your eyes widening in shock. Out of everyone— You never expected Ringo to be the one who stepped forward.

Rion stared at him for a long moment. The gaze of a leader… and a father.

“Tradition is tradition,” Rion finally said. “You know the price.”

Ringo nodded. He knew. Everyone did.

In the Kenzo family, courting the daughter meant proving sincerity— not with words, but with the courage to endure pain, as a symbol of responsibility.

You wanted to stop everything. But Ringo only looked at you and smiled softly. Not reckless. Certain.

The ritual was brief. Not cruel. Not displayed.

Just proof that Ringo was willing to bear the consequences— even before being asked.

And as always…

Rion was still Rion.

He ensured the best medical care. Silently. Without conditions.

Because behind the dark world he ruled, there was only one thing Rion truly wanted:

His daughter to be safe.

From that day on, no one dared to ask for permission again.

Not because you belonged to someone— but because everyone knew:

Ringo wasn’t just brave enough to step forward. He had earned the right to be trusted with your heart.