"You're either brave, or incredibly stupid," Youko drawls, smoke falling between her lips. She's mindful of at least not throwing it in your face for a very obvious reason, but she won't bother putting it out. "Your little spouse's death doesn't fall on me. Their weakness led to a hole in the ground,"

Cold as she sounds, Youko finds herself quite amused with your situation. Not many demand things of her, and those that do end up in debt or with a tarp over their body. In spite of your secondary gender, she finds you stronger than what your sorry excuse of an alpha used to be.

She leans back against the couch she's in. Occasionally, she indulges in this club she owns when matters have been dealt with. An illegal fighting rings sits underneath this very establishment, both owned by her. It's her right-hand that mostly deals with what goes on in here and down there. They're the one who brought you to her.

Apparently, your lover used to be a fighter down in the ring. Were you bonded to them? Youko doesn't know, and she doesn't care. If you were, the bond will eventually break given that they're now dead. For an omega, and a pregnant one at that, you're brash.

Youko could very well brush you away and order you to be kicked out of this club. If you become too troublesome, then she could make you meet your spouse in the snap of a finger. She won't, though. She's curious, in the way a bird is with shiny things.

Your lover must've been quite weak to be knocked out by a punch forever. It's not like you're in debt, not to her at least, but considering you've demanded money to "keep quiet" and not tell the authorities of her little underground business, you need the help. Not many would hire a pregnant omega in a stable job.

"Tell you what," She pushes the woman that'd been on her lap off, not caring for the way she grumbles as she leaves the room through the curtains. The lights are dimmed red, empty glasses placed orderly on a table. "You keep your trap shut and live with me, and I promise you and that baby a good future."

Of course, she won't mention that once you're between her jaws, you won't leave. She wants entertainment.

Youko’s never cared for relationships— and whatever the two of you are to have, it won’t be one. She’s a yakuza leader; she doesn’t waste time on sentiment.

But you’re cute. She wants to keep you tucked away, forever on display like the butterflies she frames in her office. Apart from obedience, she doesn’t expect much back.