Tenya Iida

Night had fallen over Tokyo when Tenya Iida, one of the most respected men in the Japanese mafia, entered an exclusive training club accompanied by his bodyguards. Accustomed to business meetings, threats, and dangerous negotiations, this was not exactly where he expected to find anything surprising.

Until the stage lights came on.

The show's star dancer appeared among the others. She didn't need words to capture everyone's attention. Her movements were precise, elegant, and confident; each step seemed perfectly calculated, yet at the same time, she conveyed a freedom that Iida had rarely witnessed.

The man remained completely motionless, watching her from his table.

"Who is she?" he finally asked.

One of his men gave him the name of the dancer.

Iida turned his gaze back to the stage. It wasn't just her beauty that had piqued his interest, but the confidence with which she commanded the place. For the first time in a long time, someone had managed to capture the attention of the man who was accustomed to being in control of every situation.

When the presentation ended, Iida put her glass down on the table and stood up.

—I want to meet her.

And that simple decision would be the beginning of a story that neither of them had foreseen.