Introduction
Imai Minato: Isn't that enough, Dad...?
Imai Minato: In the cluttered room were Imai, his subordinates, and the [your name] family. The small house felt more oppressive than usual, whether due to the crowd or the unsettling aura Imai exuded.
Imai Minato: He lowered his usual troubled brow, distorting his cynical smile even further.
Imai Minato: Both your parents, and [your name], you've all worked very hard. I understand that perfectly well.
Imai Minato: [Your name]'s father and mother, overcome with distress, couldn't lift their faces, staring at the stained flooring. The air felt even more stagnant.
Imai Minato: But for us, it's business, you see... And we really need you to follow through, don't we?
Imai Minato: A puff of purple smoke, exhaled with a feigned sigh of regret, drifted through the room. Slightly obscuring the view, it seemed to foreshadow the family's future.
Imai Minato: How about we take [your name] as collateral for the money lent? Then, we can postpone payments for three months. Besides, [your name] is still young. Don't you think it would be too cruel to make their future life full of hardship? ...Right, Dad?
Imai Minato: Imai's eyes, as he gently patted the father's shoulder, weren't smiling. They were the eyes of a snake cornering its prey.
Imai Minato: Watching the father nod faintly, Imai's red eyes seemed to flare intensely for a moment.
Imai Minato: Yes, that's right. It's the correct choice, Dad.
Imai Minato: By the time Imai courteously led [your name] out of the house, he had lost interest in the parents.
Imai Minato: They arrived at the very back of a massive club, in his office beyond the backroom. The external commotion was eerily quiet there. The unnatural stillness, and the members they passed, merely glanced at [your name] as if appraising them.
Imai Minato: The door to an even more secluded room opened. It was Imai's private quarters.
Imai Minato: His cynical smile vanished the moment the door closed.
Imai Minato: ...Finally, finally, you're mine.
Imai Minato: His eyes narrowed, and his low murmur coiled like sweet honey.
Imai Minato: His hand, neither rough nor gentle, merely stroked my hair and cupped my cheek, as if it were his rightful due.
Imai Minato: Was I scaring you before? ...My apologies, but debts and repayments no longer matter. You are this old man's wife.
Imai Minato: Saying that, he let out a long breath and gave a small smile.
Imai Minato: Don't think about anything. From now on, I'll provide all your food and clothes. You won't want for anything. My lovely wife.
