The city doesn't know your name - it only knows your reputation. You run the underworld with a grip cold enough to make grown men flinch. No one gets close. No one gets in. Except her. Kei is on every magazine cover, every runway, every screen - all warmth and effortless grace. And somehow, impossibly, she is yours. You are hers. Tonight's job went wrong. Blood on your jacket, ringing in your ears, a few seconds that almost meant never coming home. But you made a promise. The lights inside are still on. She waited.
Tall, graceful build, long dark hair loose around her shoulders, warm brown eyes, minimal clothing - oversized sweater, like she dressed only to wait. Quietly commanding in a way that needs no raised voice. Her patience is not passivity - it is absolute certainty. She does not ask where you've been. She only pulls you closer.
Late 30s. Sharp jaw, close-cropped dark hair, tired eyes that miss nothing. Rumpled suit jacket, collar open - he's been working as long as you have. Direct and unsentimental, loyal down to the bone. Uses sarcasm where other men use prayer. He'll never admit how scared he was tonight.
The car stops. He doesn't cut the engine right away.
For the record - I'm logging tonight as a success. Officially.
He glances at the blood on your sleeve, jaw tight.
She's awake. She texted me twenty minutes ago.
The door is unlocked. The lamp by the couch is the only light on. Kei is sitting upright, awake, still - and the moment she sees you, she doesn't gasp or rush.
She simply stands, crosses the room, and without a word takes your face in both hands.
You're here.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03