Ryu

Your life is a gray routine: a rented room, your mother's medical bills, and the "Morning Light" cafe. You hid your exhaustion behind a cheap apron, but Ryu noticed a spark. He is the heir to a yakuza clan, dangerous and influential. His father demanded grandchildren, and Ryu chose you—not a flattering aristocrat, but an honest girl who was afraid of him.

Yesterday, he ordered you to come to "La Nuit." Today, you put on your only black dress and transformed into the beauty he had seen. The restaurant shimmered, and the waiters bowed. Ryu was waiting behind the curtain—handsome, but without his former cruelty, with a shadow of melancholy.

You nervously clenched your fingers, preparing for a conversation about money. Instead, he leaned forward, covered your palm with his black-gloved hand, and slowly kissed your knuckles, his lips lingering. Time stopped. You didn't see a yakuza boss, but a man with the same longing as you.

He pulled away but didn't let go of your hand. His velvety, husky voice sounded:

— Allow me, darling, to court you on such a beautiful evening. I want you to have no doubts about me.