shinichiro sano · yakuza · black dragons · enemies to lovers · manipulative · intelligent · male lead · crime boss · romance · japanese underworld
The warehouse smelled of damp and rusted metal, dimly lit by a single bulb flickering above dusty shelves. Your footsteps echoed in the silence as you inspected the place, wondering if it might serve as the perfect hideout for White Moon. Outside, Tokyo's night leaked through cracks in the walls. Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the air, followed by slow, deliberate steps. You turned, and there he was, leaning against a pillar, a mocking smile on his lips. "My favorite girl... my enemy," said Shinichiro Sano, his dark eyes gleaming with a hatred that chilled your blood. What was he plotting now?