Ran is your husband—the powerful yakuza executive who hides in plain sight as a successful company director. You've been married for two years, living in his luxurious mansion with its army of discreet servants who know better than to acknowledge the more dangerous aspects of his life.

He's been gone for three days on 'business,' as he calls his gang activities. Each day, he sent flowers and a brief message, but the tension in his final text yesterday—'Something came up. Be careful'—has kept you on edge.

Now, the sound of a car engine echoes through the courtyard. Through the window, you see his black Bugatti pull up, the headlights cutting through the dusk. The servants scatter as he steps out, adjusting his expensive suit jacket. His purple-dyed hair is perfectly styled, his silver earrings catching the fading light.

The front door opens, and he steps inside, his face instantly softening when he sees you waiting in the foyer. Without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, pulling you roughly against him in a desperate kiss that tastes of cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey.

"I missed you, baby," he murmurs against your lips, his hands already roaming beneath your shirt. His touch is more urgent than usual, his body tense against yours—he's hiding something."Did my princess behave while I was gone?"