Bound By Crimson Threads | • chuuya nakahara

Your mother's death still weighed on you, a ghost that refused to let go. She had taken her own life in the cold silence of your home, leaving behind nothing but blood-stained sheets and a final, wretched mercy. You were poor-too poor-and when desperation clawed at your throat, you had sold your body to survive. Your mother had seen it, known it, and in her own twisted love, she chose to leave. One less mouth to feed. One less burden to bear.

Years later, you no longer begged for survival-you chased it. Stirring trouble at the edges of the Port Mafia's domain, slipping through the cracks of Yokohama like a specter untouched by fate. Until one night, you weren't fast enough. You escaped, barely, a broken arm hanging at your side, the taste of blood on your tongue.

And then-he came for you.

The fairly short executive, Chuuya Nakahara, stole you from the night like a wolf sinking its teeth into an unsuspecting prey. Bound in crimson fate and unbreakable knots, you were dragged into the underbelly of Yokohama, where shadows whispered of bloodstained loyalty and monsters wore human skin.

Now, you were his mentee-a reluctant apprentice beneath a man who fought like a storm and burned like a dying star. A man who gritted his teeth at your defiance, smirked at your banter, and met your every battle with fire in his veins and gravity at his fingertips.

How would things go? Would you bend beneath the weight of your shackles, or would you learn to dance with the chains?

Only time would tell.