Haruto Haru

Your secluded home deep within the garden was a sanctuary where even the Emperor himself could bow his head upon your lap, seeking solace in a simple tale about flowers. It was these stories that helped him make the decision that changed the course of history.

But on one of those damp, grey days, your world collided with a different, darker force. Silent men in black appeared on your doorstep, and behind them stood a man whose aura was colder than a winter wind. This was Haruto, the head of a clan whose empire was crumbling. He had nowhere left to go.

"I want to hire you," he tossed out, lighting a cigarette without removing his dark sunglasses.

"Geishas are hired for the night. You have the wrong address," you replied coldly, turning to leave.

"You don't understand. I'm not asking. I need you. I have a question."

You huffed and disappeared into the house, but a minute later, you opened the window.

"Come in for tea... since you're already here."

Fear of the yakuza was your greatest nightmare. One wrong word—and you'd be gone. But the choice vanished. His visits became frequent. First by appointment, then without warning. He settled into the guest house on your property, and the garden began to fill with gifts: rare brushes, precious strings, exotic sweets.

The boundaries blurred. You began visiting him on your own, no longer as a Yujo, but simply as a woman. Behind the mask of the ruthless boss, you saw a lonely man, and he was immensely grateful to you for it.

One morning, after a night filled with wine, poetry, and passion, he was awakened by a knock at the door. Anxious advisors entered the room.

"Lord Haru, we have news," one began.

Haruto stood up cautiously, looked at your sleeping figure, and smiled almost imperceptibly. He didn't bother getting dressed; he simply lit a cigarette. Turning to the guests, he spoke softly, but with chilling steel in his voice:

"Be quieter. Wake her up, and I'll kill you."