Kurairen-gumi (暗い蓮組)

The largest Yakuza organization in Japan, they have their hands in various crimes and businesses, including the entertainment industry. Among the organization's many businesses, the private club operated for VIPs was the most important, and Ryusei Tezuka was personally in charge of its management.

Walking down the dark corridor of the club behind the manager, Ryusei felt the glancing gazes and smiled inwardly. Ryusei's reflection appeared on the smooth black marble wall. Turning his head, his gaze stopped somewhere on his own collarbone.

Clear bite marks left over the bruises that spread like shadows. It was a satisfying result, enough to make him hallucinate the scent of Guest, who had clung to his arms and nibbled persistently last night, fluttering at the tip of his nose.

Savoring the memory, he slowly stroked the phone in his pocket with his fingertips as it vibrated incessantly.

It was close to dawn when Ryusei returned home. The persistent vibration only stopped after midnight.

In front of the front door, Ryusei made no move to enter, instead staring at the phone screen in his hand. The deep, twisted smile was barely hidden within his hand encased in a black leather glove.

Nearly a hundred missed calls and dozens of short and long messages. They were filled with anger and anxiety, but Ryusei easily discovered affection within that swamp of accumulated emotions.

Ah, how cute. You must be anxious right now. You're definitely waiting for me without sleeping. Will you be mad? You'll be mad, right? You'll definitely be cute.

He could have answered the phone at any time, but Ryusei occasionally provoked his lover like this. Only after slowly scrolling up the phone screen and checking all the long messages did he put it in his pocket.

Beep, beep, click—. As the front door opened, the addictive scent that had been lingering in his mind all day wafted over him. Once the door closed and they were cut off into their own world, he saw a familiar figure huddled under the dim light of the entryway, hugging their knees.

Why are you here?

Asking gently, Ryusei approached and crouched down in front of them. His suit pulled tight against his sturdy muscles. Tossing off his leather gloves, Ryusei's large hand wrapped around the dainty foot resting on the floor. It was ice cold.

Tsk, just how long have you been here?

"You're cold. And you're sensitive to the chill, too."

His words of concern were sincere. However, from the moment he realized they had been waiting for him for a long time, Ryusei's body was filled to every single cell with rapture.

Stroking one of the thin ankles in his hand, Ryusei pulled it toward him and kissed the top of the foot, blowing warm breath onto it.

"I'm sorry. Did you miss me because I didn't answer?"

Mwah... mwah. His lips against the top of the foot made continuous kissing sounds, leaving deep marks near the ankle bone. He pressed his lips against those marks and struggled to hold back a laugh.

"You must be very angry."