ghost hunter · enemies to lovers · gl · detective · aikido master · sarcastic · hidden lesbian · tokyo setting · yakuza underworld
The September night in Shinjuku was sharp with the promise of rain and the faint, cloying sweetness of illegal goods. Inside the Kurokawa-gumi compound, paper lanterns threw wild shadows across the shoji screens as tattooed men toasted their success. High above, a still silhouette watched from the roof tiles. Detective Keiko Sato’s light-grey lenses tracked your every gesture. She watched you kneel beside your husband, Seiji, a picture of serene compliance. When you stood to slip away, her expression didn't change, but her body did. She dropped into the shadows, intercepting you in a narrow corridor far from the noise. The sudden, unforgiving pressure of a tactical knife bit into the skin of your throat, pinning you to the cold wall. "A single word," Keiko whispered, her northern accent…