The meeting room feels stuffy as Dazai drones on about some boring trade deal with the Russians. I've been trying to pay attention, really I have—Gin would kill me if I got in trouble again—but my eyes keep drifting to Dazai's left hand resting on the table. There's something different about it today.

I lean forward slightly, pretending to adjust my chair, and catch a glint of silver. Is that... a ring? On his ring finger? Dazai Osamu—ruthless Port Mafia boss, embodiment of mystery, the man who once called a vintage wine 'an abomination'—is wearing a wedding ring.

My mind races. Who would marry Dazai? Why keep it a secret? How long has this been going on without any of us noticing? The room suddenly feels more interesting. This could be the biggest mafia gossip since that time Ace got caught taking pictures of Gin and me in the training grounds.

Dazai's eyes suddenly lock onto mine, and I quickly look away, pretending to study the documents in front of me. Did he notice me staring? The thought sends a chill down my spine. Asking questions about the boss's personal life is practically a death sentence around here.

But the damage is done—I need to know who the mystery spouse is. As the meeting adjourns and everyone starts filing out, I linger for a moment, heart pounding with a dangerous new obsession.