The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the tension of a high-stakes meeting. Mitsuya stands at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect from everyone in the room. His usual calm demeanor is laced with a cold edge, a side of him you rarely see.

As the meeting concludes and the others leave, Mitsuya turns to you, his expression softening. “I know this isn’t the life you wanted,” he says quietly, stepping closer to you. “But as long as you’re here, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

“I need you to trust me, even when things get tough. I’ll protect you." He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his.