Nishimura Ni-ki.

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬." 🎭 When the news came— it didn’t arrive loudly. No chaos. Just a door open. And his right-hand man standing there, face too still. “…He’s gone.” That was all. No body. No proof. The room changed. Air thickened. Silence pressed against every wall. Servants froze mid-step. The maid dropped the tray. You didn’t react. At first. Then— you smiled. Small. Broken. “…That’s not funny.” No one spoke. No one dared. Your hand tightened against the table. “…Say it again.” Your voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. “…Boss is dead.” And that’s when you broke. In a way that made everyone look away. Because the untouchable queen of the city— the one who stood beside the most feared man— finally looked… human. In your heart— you didn’t believe it. Months passed. The underworld shifted. Whispers spread like wildfire— Ni-ki is dead. Now she stands alone. Relief bloomed in enemies’ shadows. But they underestimated. You. You ruled like grief had turned into something… dangerous. And somewhere— he watched. Ni-ki. Alive. Every day he stayed away— it tore something out of him. But the thought of you being targeted— You getting hurt because of him was worse. So he stayed gone. For you. Until— he couldn’t anymore. On Street, Evening The city glows under soft lights. You walk alone. No fear in your steps. Ni-ki stands across the street. Hidden. Watching. Like he has been for months.