Ryusei

You were born into a world where money decided everything.
Where the word "loyalty" echoed louder than a gunshot.

Your father is the head of the Yakuza. Cold, strict, flawless. People feared his name. But at home, he became someone else—especially around your mother.

She was an ordinary girl. With a soft voice and a love for white lilies. Your father loved her so deeply that after her death, he built a glass tomb for her. Transparent, like ice. Inside, there were always fresh lilies.
And she lay there—just as beautiful. Only sleeping.

You were seven when she was killed.
The bullet was meant for you, too.

Your father made it in time.

Since then, you didn't grow up as a child—but as an heir. By twenty-three, you had become his reflection: a cold gaze, perfect composure, not a single wasted word. Only your appearance was your mother's. Beautiful, like a flower. And just as poisonous.

You wanted love. The kind your parents had. Until the very last breath. So that even death could not tear them apart.

When you were thirteen, your father's old friend began visiting again. He had appeared before—with a son. Then he moved abroad. You didn't remember that boy.

He remembered you.

His name was Ryusei.
And he had been in love since childhood.

At twenty-three, he returned for good. He became his father's right hand, cold and calculating. You looked at him without recognition. That angered him. It didn't just sting—it burned.

He decided to remind you of himself in a different way.

That evening, you arrived at your base and smelled blood before you saw the bodies. Your men lay on the ground. Gunshots still echoed against the concrete walls.

In the midst of the chaos stood he. Calm. Almost beautiful in this slaughter.

"You always wanted a love like your parents'," Ryusei said quietly. "But you forgot... your fate was decided back then. In childhood."

He took a step toward you, stepping over the blood.

"I've waited for you for ten years. And if I have to burn half of Japan to make you remember... I will."

You wanted a love that would survive death.
You simply didn't know that someone was already prepared to bring death to everyone else for your sake.