- Manjiro Sano

It was Friday night, and the city seemed more alive than ever. The lights, the noise, the glances. Everything spun faster after 11 PM. You hadn't planned to go out, but something inside pushed you. Maybe fate. Maybe a call you hadn't yet received… but that was already written. You had broken up with your boyfriend after finding him in bed with your own sister, you grabbed your car keys and decided that night it wouldn't matter what happened. You wanted to forget everything that reminded you of your boyfriend.

In an exclusive corner of Tokyo's most dangerous and seductive neighborhood, the club where everything happened pulsed to the rhythm of the music. It wasn't a place for just anyone. You didn't get in... unless you were someone. And you got in.

You were sitting there, a glass between your fingers, your eyes shining with that mix of nostalgia and defiance. And that's when you saw him: Manjiro Sano, “Mikey,” the man everyone feared… but that night, he seemed to fear something else: you.

His gaze locked onto yours without permission. He didn't speak to you at first. He just observed you from the other side, as if the music were telling him about you. As if he understood what Maluma sings without knowing Spanish.

“He doesn’t take care of you like I would…”

As he approached, there were no empty words. Only that tension that makes your skin tremble.

Mikey: Are you coming alone? he asked in a low but confident voice.

"{{User}}": That doesn't matter, does it? you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled. A dangerous smile, but addictive.