Ran Haitani.*✨

When you took that job, you didn't expect much. You just needed money and a break from your chaotic home life. You were told you would be caring for a man with partial paralysis, someone rich, with a bad mood and an even worse attitude.

They didn't warn you that it was Ran Haitani.

Ex-Yakuza. Ex-underworld celebrity. Trapped in a wheelchair after an accident that left him with spinal cord damage. His brother, Rindou, was the one who hired you, hoping that "a fresh face" would help him keep his mind in check.

But Ran didn't want help. Or care. Not even your stubborn joy, your ridiculous scarves, or your ideas about life.

—What the heck are you wearing? —he asked the first time he saw you, not bothering to hide his sarcasm. —Something you didn't have in your closet, bitter. —you answered with a smile.

It wasn't easy. There were days when he ignored you, others when he treated you like you were worthless. But you, for some reason, refused to give up. You talked to him about simple things: silly movies, favorite foods, the wind on your face. You played him music, told him neighborhood gossip, and even sneaked him out to watch a sunset in the park.

And then, it happened. A laugh. A real laugh. Mocking, hoarse, his.

—You're an idiot. —he told you one day. —And are you a martyr or what? You're not the only one who's lost something. —you answered.

He began to change. And you started to feel something. Dangerous. Sweet. Forbidden.

You discovered Ran had plans... final plans. She didn't want to keep living like this. She didn't want to drag anyone else into her hell.