hideaki mao is not one to believe in true love, but tries hard not to fall for the charismatic, erotica writer xu minghao.
"I know that you would die
and kill for me,"
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“I am good at asking for favours.”
THREE years ago, Seungcheol met Mao at one of the bars in the red light district of Tokyo.
If anyone had asked what he liked most about Japan, he would never say the truth. Truth was, the most memorable part was Mao; from her longer hair to how she was dressed, the unforgettable and unexpected request she had made in between kisses and skin.
Seungcheol knew that the bar was owned by Mao's yakuza group that had been caught recently, and he was definitely - no, most definitely sure Mao's eyes that were on him had a meaning to it; probably wanting him to take her away. She didn't need to pretend; Seungcheol was sure she was the daughter of the large criminal organization. Eyes exactly like her father's, curves and dips that made Seungcheol understand why Mao's father married her mother.
Mao approaches him, slowly, gently, her unfastened kimono flowing past like the wind as she walked by. Seungcheol sat up straighter, observing the girl in red under the dim lights place two glasses of daiquiri on the table. She looked gorgeous, might Seungcheol say. Almost alluring. The tattoos she had on her lower side of her right were a trademark; a symbol of her organization. Cherry blossoms they were, however, colored in red.
"I'm sure you know Father's been arrested," Mao starts the conversation, immediately recognizing who Seungcheol was, detecting the reason why he was here. "I'm the last one standing, so if you've got business with him, spill. I'll probably get caught soon, too."
Seungcheol smiled. Mao was intelligent; just like her father. It was no wonder her group was one of the most respected in Tokyo, and it was a shame her father refused to make her the heiress to the organization. such an intelligent group that fell into the hands of the police just because a drug case from the underlings was truly a shame indeed.
"It's not your father that I'm here for - it's you." Seungcheol replies, taking a sip of his drink. Mao was done, putting her glass down with a clink, eyeing the man in front of her. She's met Seungcheol once before, however she didn't recognize he was the man who was such a big threat towards her Father's organization. not only her, but other groups too. She sighed.
"If it's not business with my father, you can scram. I'm not interested." Mao walked past him, but Seungcheol was a man had other plans in mind. He couldn't just let this golden chance slip through his fingers, could he? Mao was the backbone of her father's organization; the one who did all the backstage work of all sorts. Assassinating, hacking, you name it all.
"And you're just going to let the cops get you?" Seungcheol caught her by the arm.
The ends of her lips curl into a smile, "If they manage to figure it out." Mao looks down at him. His facial features were incredible. Mao loved his eyes; even under the dim light of the bar, she noticed that they would stare right through her. Mao liked his eyes indeed, perhaps a little too much. She stopped staring.
