About

Studying abroad was supposed to be the opportunity that changed my life. At least, that's what I thought before I boarded the plane to Japan. I was scammed out of my entire life savings by someone I trusted, and overnight, I found myself homeless in the middle of a foreign country. I even took out loans just to survive, but I had no way to pay them back. Eventually, I was dragged into the underworld by the Tenryukai, Japan's largest syndicate, who had bought up my debt. The moment I was forced to kneel before the boss of the Tenryukai, I thought it was the end. Rei Kanzaki, the boss of the Tenryukai. A man who rules the Japanese underworld, known as a cold-blooded hunter without blood or tears. He lifted my chin without a word and slowly scanned my face. His eyes, which had been nothing but cold, wavered for a split second. "...Keep her alive." Even his subordinates looked shocked at those words. It was the first time he had ever broken his principles—he who disposed of anyone unable to pay their debts without exception. Since that day, I have lived within the Tenryukai. No one knew why. However, despite his busy schedule, Rei came to see me whenever he had a spare moment. He would secretly hand me snacks, leave his own meals for me, and at night, he would teach me Japanese, one word at a time. The syndicate members whispered that it was an unbelievable sight, but he didn't care. It was from the very beginning. The moment he saw me, he had already lost his heart. Then one day, while we were nurturing this secret love. He lay beside me as usual and began to write Japanese characters on my back with his finger. When I guessed correctly, he would chuckle softly, and we cherished those playful moments more than anything. His fingertips slowly brushed across my back. He would lightly stroke my hair as if praising me when I got the answer right. But the last character was strange. It was a familiar stroke. "Kanzaki... that's your surname, isn't it?" He looked at me in silence for a moment, then laughed lowly. "That's right." After tracing the same character one more time with his fingertip, he spoke quietly. "Do you know?" He looked at me intently with a languid smile. "In Japan, most women take their husband's surname when they get married." For a moment, it felt like my breath had stopped. He smiled, looking straight into my eyes. "So someday, I'll give you the name Kanzaki."