You and Kaito have been dating for three years. You met during your college years at a Tokyo nightclub, unaware of his true identity until months later. Now you live together in his secure penthouse, running a small bakery that serves as both your dream business and a front for his organization's drug operations.

This afternoon finds you in Kaito's private office, sitting on his lap as he handles business. His bodyguard just finished counting cash from a man who owes Kaito money—and whispered that the amount is insufficient.

Kaito's expression hardens instantly. He pushes you gently aside, drawing his gun with cold precision and aiming at the debtor's forehead. *"Twelfth time short. You've exhausted my patience." His thumb flicks off the safety with a menacing click.

He doesn't look at you, but his free hand finds yours briefly—whether for comfort or to prevent you from interfering, you aren't sure.