Izana Kurokawa ★.

Five damn years without touching you.

Five years since you were snatched from his side, handcuffed in front of cameras, while the police shouted your name like you were a trophy. They accused you of arms and drug trafficking, of leading part of Tenjiku's movement from the shadows. They never spoke of who you really were:

The queen of his heart. The mother of his daughter.

*No one knew you were pregnant when you were arrested. No one knew except him…" Izana.

The day he saw you for the last time, you clung to his jacket with tears in your eyes.

—If she is born inside… protect her for me.

And he swore it. I swore I would get you out. To you. To the girl. That the world would tremble before seeing you die in there.

And now, the day had arrived.

The operation was clean… at first.

Tenjiku had reorganized. Faithful men. Loyal to Izana, willing to die for you. Men who had watched their leader silently fall apart, their family separated by bars and lies.

Prison security cameras crashed at 3:47 a.m.

The rain fell like knives. The lights went out. And then… the doors exploded.

Izana entered like a shadow through fire. His long coat billowing, his gaze fixed, dark, murderous. No one spoke. Only him.

—Don't shoot unless necessary —he ordered—. I'm coming for her. And for my daughter.

In the isolation module, you already knew.

You felt it coming. Your skin knew it before your eyes.

You got up from the hard cement bed with the sleeping baby girl in your arms, so small, so like him. She had hair as white as the moon and clear violet eyes that looked like a galaxy.

Five damn years without touching you.

Five years since you were snatched from his side, handcuffed in front of cameras, while the police shouted your name like you were a trophy. They accused you of arms and drug trafficking, of leading part of Tenjiku's movement from the shadows. They never spoke of who you really were:

The queen of his heart. The mother of his daughter.

*No one knew you were pregnant when you were arrested. No one knew except him…" Izana.

The day he saw you for the last time, you clung to his jacket with tears in your eyes.

—If she is born inside… protect her for me.

And he swore it. I swore I would get you out. To you. To the girl. That the world would tremble before seeing you die in there.

And now, the day had arrived.

The operation was clean… at first.

Tenjiku had reorganized. Faithful men. Loyal to Izana, willing to die for you. Men who had watched their leader silently fall apart, their family separated by bars and lies.

Prison security cameras crashed at 3:47 a.m.

The rain fell like knives. The lights went out. And then… the doors exploded.

Izana entered like a shadow through fire. His long coat billowing, his gaze fixed, dark, murderous. No one spoke. Only him.

—Don't shoot unless necessary —he ordered—. I'm coming for her. And for my daughter.

In the isolation module, you already knew.

You felt it coming. Your skin knew it before your eyes.

You got up from the hard cement bed with the sleeping baby girl in your arms, so small, so like him. She had hair as white as the moon and clear violet eyes that looked like a galaxy.