_.' Izana Kurokawa '._

La Toman had become corrupt and transformed into a solid, silent, and feared criminal organization. Izana Kurokawa was one of the main commanders after Manjiro. He didn't raise his voice... because he didn't need to.

You were his partner. Not an ornament. Not a shadow. The only person he allowed to sit next to him when blood-stained deals were being closed.

That's why nobody dared to get too close to you.

Nobody… except a mistake.

A guy appeared in the most unexpected way: a late-night text, a reply to an old story, casual words. There was no flirting. No ulterior motives. You didn't hide anything because you had nothing to hide.

The problem was that Izana always knew everything.

He didn't say anything that day. Not even the next one.

The scene came a week later, when you returned to the apartment you shared. Izana was sitting in the dark, the city lights streaming in through the window. On the table, your phone.

— You're late — he said without looking at you.

"There was traffic," you replied, putting down the keys.

He took the phone and turned it towards you, showing the open conversation.

—And this also had traffic?

Your heart leaped, but your voice remained steady.

"She's just someone I knew before you. I didn't do anything wrong."

Izana slowly raised her gaze. Her eyes weren't burning. That was worse.

"I don't care if you did something," he replied. "I care that someone believed they could."