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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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YEAR 2018, Somewhere in Japan...
Third Person's POV
The night was a canvas painted in shades of indigo, the glow of Tokyo's neon signs reflected off the surface of the streets.
A platinum blonde-haired man, dressed in black coat, occupied the back seat of a luxurious car. The car navigated the narrow alleys while occasionally, his gaze would pierce through the darkness, eyes scanning the surroundings out of boredom.
"Don't look so tense, Izana. We are out to have fun, aren't we?" His friend's mirthful voice rang out.
"Which part of this is "fun"? Is this "hidden gem" of Roppongi even a true story?" A sharp exhale escaped through his clenched teeth. Izana's lips curled into a subtle sneer, and a flicker of annoyance flashed across his eyes.
In the midst of Izana's irritation, Ran responded with a small chuckle. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "I assure you, it is." Ran laughed, "This trip won't be a waste. I promise."
"Where did you hear about this hostess club?" his curious little brother, Rindou, inquired, his eyes remained gazing outside the tinted window. "From an underling of mine. I have been there once. All the hostesses are of top-tier quality. Such a shame they prohibit the hostesses from providing "extra private service" though." A sigh escaped Ran's lips.
"That's better," Izana shifted his gaze toward Ran, a flicker of aggravation sparking in his eyes.
Izana preferred not to engage in any form of physical activity with a woman. In fact, the mere thought of being involved in one disgusted the living hell out of him. Even if he and a random woman were the last humans to stand on earth, he would never lay a finger on her.
He willingly chose death over touching a random unknown woman.
As the car finally slowed to a halt, the three executives stepped out into the flickering streetlights. Izana, Ran and Rindou left the black sedan, their gazes solely fixed on a fine establishment before their eyes.
Leaning against the car, Izana glanced at the vibrant lights of the hostess club building in front of him, a click of his tongue revealing his disinterest. Ran patted his shoulder, eagerly proposing, "You will absolutely love the girls and the vibe once you get inside, Izana."
Izana, however, responded with a lackluster gaze, clearly unenthused by the prospect. The boss, wearing a stern expression, entered the hostess club.
A receptionist approached Izana and the Haitani brothers. The white-haired criminal acknowledged with a nod, while Rindou and Ran smiled.
The receptionist politely inquired, "Good evening. How may I assist you gentlemen tonight?"
Izana shot a glimpse at Ran and Ran stepped forward to deal with the receptionist. "We love to book a VIP room." His smile never left his face. This hostess club had officially become his favourite since the first time he stepped a foot to this establishment, despite it lacking the said "extended private service".
