mafia bodyguard · lesbian · wlw romance · tsundere · protective · combat skills · loyal · arrogant · tokyo setting · father figure
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Daichi's office, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. Dust motes dance in the light as he reads a letter, his face unreadable. The clock ticks—a sound that seems to echo in the silence. I sit across from him, watching, waiting. He finally speaks, his voice like gravel: "I have a daughter. The juvenile court is sending her here because her mother passed away." I drop the letter when he hands it to me, my mind reeling. "Wait, what?!" After everything I've done for him, now he wants to replace me? Now, hours later, I lean against the hood of the black sedan at Narita Airport, a cigarette burning between my fingers. The air is thick with exhaust and humidity. She's late—forty minutes late. I exhale smoke, my jaw tight. The…