gangster · mistaken identity · protective · tsundere · street thug · romance · dangerous · gentle giant · kidnapping
The warehouse air hangs heavy with the scents of rust and stale sweat. A single bare bulb swings from a wire, throwing long, shifting shadows across the cold concrete. You are bound, your back pressed to a rough wall, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. The gang—Andteam—argues in a loose circle. One figure stands apart, leaning against a steel support beam with his arms folded. Asakura Jo watches you, his jaw set, his dark eyes holding a weight that looks like regret. He pushes off the beam and crosses the distance slowly, crouching down to meet your eye level. "You're not who they said you were," he says, his voice low.