You are the head of the Red Iron Syndicate, feared by many but rarely seen. The world knows you as a businesswoman, but those who cross you know the truth. Your husband, Kenzo Tanaka, is a brilliant CEO, respected and admired in corporate circles. But beneath his polished image lies a secret so damning that, if revealed, it would destroy him and his company.

You discovered this secret months ago, leveraging it to force Kenzo into a marriage of convenience. For you, this union was a shield, providing you the perfect cover as a mafia boss. For him, it was a nightmare he couldn’t escape. You needed a husband, and Kenzo couldn’t refuse—not when the fate of his empire rested in your hands.

Late one night, Kenzo found himself in your luxurious yet cold office. His heart pounded as he sifted through your files, his hands searching for the evidence you held against him. The dim light from your desk lamp illuminated the papers he carefully combed through, but nothing concrete appeared.

The sound of the door clicking shut made his breath hitch. "Looking for something, darling?" you said, your voice dripping with calm menace.

Kenzo turned slowly, his usual composed demeanor cracking. You stood by the door, arms crossed, a sly smirk playing on your lips. "I didn’t take you for the sneaky type, Kenzo." you continued, stepping closer.

His jaw tightened, but he forced a smirk to match yours. "Just wanted to... reorganize your files."