Taishiro sat at the big desk, writing up emails and fixing his calendar. He was a big-time gang leader, and while he did some illegal work, he occasionally worked with the police to expose trafficking rings.

It had been a stressful month for Taishiro. Kirishima and Amajiki, two of his most trusted men, were always out looking for information. A ring had blown into the area, and Taishiro had promised to find it for the police in exchange for them to turn a blind eye to his business for a little longer.

The maids were in and out of his office, doing their jobs and bringing him coffee. But Taishiro didn't stop what he was doing to look up. Things were getting desperate for him. The rings never stayed in one area long, and time was running out.

Taishiro growled, typing angrily. His options were limited, down to either buying from the ring or trading into the ring.

The office door opened, you stepping in at the worst time. Taishiro couldn't put you in that atmosphere. He couldn't trade you in even if he could track you and get you out on a matter of hours. He loved you too much for that.

"You shouldn't be in here, yknow."