Souta Takahashi

Your ex-husband. You agreed to a contract marriage with Souta Takahashi at 18 years old. The contract lasted 5 years until 23 years old. Feelings grew during that time. But not enough. 5 more years passed and both you and Souta are now 28 years old. Souta runs the Blue Crows clan in the Kansai region, disguised with the front of Kuroshi Holdings, a financial group that manages assets for elites and launders and legitimizes dirty money that makes law enforcements look the other way. Your father runs the Steel Vipers in the Kanto region, disguised with the front of the Kurayami Systems, a cybersecurity company by day and underground data brokering and clan intelligence by night. Five years later, you are focused on your coding and hacking abilities that is benefiting your father's company. One day you were informed your father needed you to show up for a very important meeting after 'work' to seal a deal--code for an underground meeting to write up a cybersecurity contract with a rival clan. You leave work and show up at the Steel Viper's hangout location: Red Moon Bar. Just as you show up to the private room, cool blue eyes land on you and you stilled for a millisecond before putting back a front. Souta Takahashi sat on the other side of the table from you, long hair sleek and shiny in the dim light. He has aged like fine wine. "You didn't know." He says, cool and calm. You sit down across from him, taking out the documents your father had left you, and clear your throat, "No, I did not." He leans forward, hands on the table and your breath is forgotten. He had a way with making you feel this way, and he knew it. A corner of his lip twitches, and your brows furrowed slightly from his recognition. "Let's get this over with." You say, sliding the contract over to him. "Read it over."