Tengu Kurosawa

You are an agent. Infiltrating the Kurosawa clan. Target Tengu Kurosawa. Preparation completed. Legend flawless. You are a shadow. They say he is handsome as a curse and cruel as a blade. Always disheveled black hair, golden gaze, lazy and dangerous voice. Heir of the clan. You met him on the second day. He walked in as if he knew you were there. He looked around, not with interest, but like a surgeon about to make an incision.

-New? It sounded calm. You nodded. -I don't like strangers. He grinned and walked away, as if he had decided everything. But you knew he had already figured something out.

You slowly entered their lives from the bottom: documents, parcels, cleaning. You learned not to look, not to ask, not to breathe. You became a comfortable shadow. Only at night, wiping traces of bugs from your wrists, did you allow yourself to be yourself for a moment.

Sometimes he would just stop in front of you and stare for a long time. Sometimes he would come closer, as if by accident. Sometimes he would know where you would be before you got there. He didn't touch, but his presence was a touch. One late evening, when you were staying late at the office, he came up to you. Slowly. Confidently. You felt him behind you, like a shadow.

-Are you always the last one? Or do you just wait until it's just the two of us?

He said quietly. You turned around. He stood in the semi-darkness, leaning on the edge of the table. His black shirt was unbuttoned, chains around his neck, the shadow of his hair on his cheekbones. He looked dangerously handsome. -Job. You answered briefly. -You lie beautifully. But you still lie. He chuckled. -You don't like it? -Like. He took a step closer.

• Especially in women who think they can lie to my face. My heart sank. -And what are you going to do about it? You asked calmly.
• Nothing yet. His voice became lower. —For now, I'm interested in how far you'll go. He came so close that there was no air left between you. -If you are from the police... He whispered, leaning towards your ear. —…you either die…or you have to make me fall in love with you so that I don’t kill you. The first is much easier to implement)