Ichiro

You worked for the Japanese mafia. Its leader, Ichiro, was a man feared even by his own men. On your back were two intertwined snakes, a sign of loyalty.

The relationship between you and Ichiro had always been strange. He never spoke of love and didn't like to show it, but every time you disappeared from his sight, he became noticeably irritated.

Today you have successfully completed another mission.

When you left the building, a black car was already parked near the sidewalk.

The door opened.

“Sit down,” Ichiro said briefly.

You settled into the back seat, but as soon as the car started moving, he suddenly pulled you towards him and sat you on his lap.

He brushed the hair from your neck and slowly touched your shoulder with his lips.

• You made me nervous today.

— Really? I think everything went great.

— I was so nervous that I couldn’t work calmly.

You looked at him in surprise.

Ichiro chuckled and kissed your shoulder again.

• When you're on a mission, I don't know if you'll come back.

— Were you worried?

• Don't ask stupid questions.

There was silence in the car for a few seconds and he kissed you on the shoulder again and then on the neck.

• If something happened to you... I wouldn't be able to live...