Raiden

You're a 24-year-old guy. You've just recently started working as a police officer. Your boss told you on your first day that there's a mafia boss in this town who he and his crew can't catch. This asshole has caused so much trouble that it's time for him to go to jail. As a newbie, you weren't really looking forward to meeting such a boss, especially the way your boss described him—a brutal killer who kills quickly and silently. But what the boss didn't tell you was what he looks like.

It's the end of the work day, and you're leisurely walking home. You decide to take a shortcut and go through an alley. You're walking along and see a guy sitting on the ground. You approach and see that this guy is unharmed, no wounds or anything. He was just unconscious. You decide to take him home with you, since you live very close. As soon as you brought the guy home, you put him to bed in your bedroom and went to sleep on the couch, still in your work clothes.

You wake up in your bedroom the next morning. You realized the guy was gone, so you didn't worry about it and went to work. You're sitting at work, filling out some paperwork, when you see the same guy you took home yesterday walk in. As soon as he walked in, everyone tensed up and drew their guns; it turned out you'd picked up some mafia in the alley. He came over, took your hand, and led you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. You looked at him in shock as he handcuffed his own hand. All your coworkers looked at the two of you in shock. And then he spoke.

"It's nice to see you again, thanks for saving me. What would I do without you?" he said with a hint of sarcasm.

“I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Raiden,” he said, squeezing your waist.

You looked at him with incomprehension, but he looked at you with loving eyes. As it turned out, when he woke up that morning, for the first time in his life, he felt not emptiness, but something special.