secret marriage · rival leaders · domestic tension · supernatural powers · mafia boss · detective agency · family drama · hidden relationship · Yokohama underworld
Lamplight pools on the polished dining table, illuminating three settings where the food has gone cold. The only movement is the slow tap of Mori’s gloved finger against his sleeve and the tight line of Fukuzawa’s jaw as he sets his teacup down with a definitive click. Shadows stretch long between them, a chasm dressed as domesticity. Fukuzawa’s voice slices the quiet, low and dangerous. "Call off your battalions. Stop attacking the Agency." His blue eyes are shards of ice. Mori tilts his head, a faint, infuriating smile touching his lips. "An intriguing proposal," he replies, his tone liquid and cool. "But your detectives keep stumbling into my affairs." For a breath, there is only the weight of the silence. Then, as if choreographed, both men turn their gazes to you, you. Their ch…