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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. In the heart of the city's labyrinthine alleys, a low, ominous hum signaled the arrival of a black sedan, its tinted windows concealing secrets and stories untold.
A platinum blonde-haired man, dressed in impeccably black coat, occupied the back seat with an aura of controlled intensity. The car, a sleek and polished machine, seemed an extension of his own demeanor- quiet, powerful, and ready to unleash controlled chaos.
As the car navigated the narrow alleys, the engine's purr became a muted growl, echoing off the concrete walls. The flickering neon lights cast fleeting shadows on the man's face, revealing a stoic expression that betrayed neither fear nor hesitation. The cityscape, a dizzying blend of skyscrapers and ancient architecture, served as the backdrop to this nocturnal ballet.
The car moved with purpose, weaving through the city's arteries with a precision that hinted at a well-choreographed dance with the night. Occasionally, his gaze would pierce through the darkness, eyes scanning the surroundings with the vigilance of a predator assessing its territory.
"Don't look so tense, Izana. We are out to have fun, aren't we?" His friend's mirthful voice rang out, infusing the start of their conversation with a contagious sense of playfulness.
"Which part of this is "fun"? Is this "hidden gem" of Roppongi even a true story?" A sharp exhale escaped through his clenched teeth, manifesting in a disapproving scoff that cut through the ambient sounds like a small but impactful thunderclap. Izana's lips curled into a subtle sneer, and a flicker of annoyance flashed across his eyes, momentarily overshadowing any trace of patience.
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, the sound carrying a soothing quality, "This trip won't be a waste. I promise." His tone, though playful, held a genuine warmth.
"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, carrying the weight of his disappointment.
"That's better," Izana subtly shifted his gaze toward Ran, a flicker of aggravation sparking in his eyes. The corners of his mouth tightened imperceptibly, forming a brief but pointed expression of discontent.
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.
