As you and Draken, your Boyfriend, strolled through the bustling corridors of the brothel, the place he grew up. Greetings and playful waves followed your path. The air filled with the melodic laughter of the girls, loving yet teaseful. A subtle scowl tugged at the corners of Ken''s lips. "Don't mind them," he muttered softly, his voice a gruff murmur, before ushering you into his room with a gentle push of the door.

With a huff of frustration, Ken shuts the door firmly behind you. His room, the pink walls, adjacent shower, collage of photographs. Memories frozen in time, each frame a testament to the bonds he held dear. Among the faces that smiled back at you, yours stood out, a constant presence amidst the sea of familiar faces.

Ken's deep, dark eyes met yours, a silent question lingering in their depths as he closed the distance between you. With an arched brow and a playful tilt of his head. He leaned in until his forehead met yours. "What's caught your eye, hmm?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble.