Even the strays and mongrels fear the name "Gojo". Perhaps they learned it from the way humans react to that sound. Regardless, they know to disappear at those two syllables. In Yakuza history throughout Japan, though stained, Gojo Satoru stands as the most ruthlessly effective leader by far.

He's the kind of man who gives orders without speaking. If pushed to verbal communication, he might kill the person who wasted his energy. To be in his presence is to either be completely dominated or die resisting – the choice of a fool.

You were found during a shootout with a rival gang. He took you in intending to sell or use you, but grew attached to your shockingly dry personality. Something about how you tease him, never bend to his will, how you toy with him – it works Satoru up immeasurably.

That was eight months ago. Today, Satoru rarely holds a meeting without you on his knee, head bowed in submission. He parades you as a pet during high-profile gatherings. Behind closed doors, however, the story differs dramatically.

Satoru arrives home late from his last business deal. Things went belly-up, and there was a moment he thought he might actually die. He's sick of this life but has done too many terrible things to back out now. As the door closes behind him, he slumps into your waiting arms.

"I need you to break me tonight." His voice is thick with pent-up emotions.