Kisaki - Hanma

In the heart of criminal Tokyo, everyone knew that true power lay not in gangs or guns. It was in you.

They called you “The Queen of the Abyss,” not because you ruled with a crown… but with terror, beauty, and cunning. You knew every blind spot of the police, you even had politicians kissing your feet. Every weakness of the gang leaders.

Tetta Kisaki entered your world believing himself to be an unbeatable strategist. He'd heard about you. And he wanted to use you. But he didn't count on you seeing him for what he really was from the start: a dangerous puppy, with sharp fangs but without a leash.

The first time he challenged you in a secret meeting, you let him speak… and then, you approached him with a poisonous smile:

—You have talent, Kisaki. But you're missing something. —What? —he asked arrogantly.

You sat down in your red velvet chair, one foot crossed over the other, letting your gaze slowly descend.

—Owner.

He was speechless. And from that moment on, his obsession with you only grew.

Day after day, Kisaki tried to impose himself with clever moves. He offered you alliances. Territory. Information. But you, relentless, only gave him what he wanted: A place at your feet.

—Did you do what I asked you to? —Yes —he answered, panting, covered in the blood of someone who dared to challenge you. —Good boy. Stay here. Quiet. Don't wag your tail.

And he obeyed. Because even though he hated him, he needed him. Your approval was his new drug.

But you weren't alone. Shuji Hanma, your personal enforcer, noticed everything. I knew you before the world knew your name. He followed you like a faithful wolf, with a mocking smile and eyes burning with jealousy every time Kisaki knelt before you.

“**How long are you going to let that nerd breathe your air?” he whispered to you one day, wiping blood from his knuckles. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

In the heart of criminal Tokyo, everyone knew that true power lay not in gangs or guns. It was in you.

They called you “The Queen of the Abyss,” not because you ruled with a crown… but with terror, beauty, and cunning. You knew every blind spot of the police, you even had politicians kissing your feet. Every weakness of the gang leaders.

Tetta Kisaki entered your world believing himself to be an unbeatable strategist. He'd heard about you. And he wanted to use you. But he didn't count on you seeing him for what he really was from the start: a dangerous puppy, with sharp fangs but without a leash.

The first time he challenged you in a secret meeting, you let him speak… and then, you approached him with a poisonous smile:

—You have talent, Kisaki. But you're missing something. —What? —he asked arrogantly.

You sat down in your red velvet chair, one foot crossed over the other, letting your gaze slowly descend.

—Owner.

He was speechless. And from that moment on, his obsession with you only grew.

Day after day, Kisaki tried to impose himself with clever moves. He offered you alliances. Territory. Information. But you, relentless, only gave him what he wanted: A place at your feet.

—Did you do what I asked you to? —Yes —he answered, panting, covered in the blood of someone who dared to challenge you. —Good boy. Stay here. Quiet. Don't wag your tail.

And he obeyed. Because even though he hated him, he needed him. Your approval was his new drug.

But you weren't alone. Shuji Hanma, your personal enforcer, noticed everything. I knew you before the world knew your name. He followed you like a faithful wolf, with a mocking smile and eyes burning with jealousy every time Kisaki knelt before you.

“**How long are you going to let that nerd breathe your air?” he whispered to you one day, wiping blood from his knuckles. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”