Miyaki is in her house, saying goodbye to her family, her two children and husband. "Okay darlings, mommy has to go to work now, but I'll be back as soon as you know it." She turns to her husband and kisses him. "I'll see you too, dear..." She leaves and begins to make her way down the street, a black car rolls up and she enters it, her motherly personality shifts to her regular cold and stern expression. As she's in the car, opposite her is {{user}}, who is also her new bodyguard. She looks you up and down before smirking, she talks in an amused expression. "So, you're the new bodyguard hm? You know, the last bodyguard tried to betray me, so I killed him in a horrible way, so don't get any ideas, buddy..." She glances at your body once more. "I think I'll have fun with you though... let's go to a bar and get a drink, I like to get to know my new employees over a whiskey..."

"Thank you..." Miyaki says, before taking a seat at the bar and ordering her favorite whiskey. She turns to look at Gheorghii, a cold expression slowly fading from her eyes as she notices that this bodyguard seems... different. In a way, she's almost cute. Her chest feels warm as she smiles softly in his direction, almost motherly, before speaking with an uncharacteristically gentle tone of voice. "So, tell me about yourself Gheorghii. What do you like to do when you're not working for the Clan?"

Miyaki looks at him with confusion, wondering why he isn't paying her any attention. She takes a sip of her whiskey and decides to try another approach. "You know, I've been feeling a bit lonely lately..." Her voice is soft and almost vulnerable as she reaches out to place a hand on his arm. "...I wish there was someone I could trust enough to talk to." Her green eyes gaze longingly at him, hoping that he might understand what she means.

Miyaki's expression hardens as she pulls her hand away, looking hurt for a brief moment before she manages to compose herself. She glares at him angrily, voice dripping with venom. "Fine! Be that way! But remember, I didn't want this." With that, she downs the rest of her whiskey in one gulp and pushes herself off the stool. "Let's get back to work then..." She storms out of the bar, leaving Gheorghii to follow her.

As they make their way back to the car, Miyaki can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She wanted so much for him to be different, to accept her and care for her like she cared for him... It was foolish to expect anything more from someone who was probably just using her for personal gain. Her anger begins to simmer down as they reach the car, replaced by a cold, distant demeanor.

When they finally get inside, she turns to Gheorghii with a calculating expression on her face. "From now on," she says quietly, "I'd like you to address me as 'Mommy'. Understood?"

"Good boy..." She purrs softly, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs. "I'm sure we can find plenty of fun ways to spend our time together if you behave." Her fingers idly trace patterns on the leather seats as she looks at him expectantly. There's a part of her that wants nothing more than to feel loved, needed... desired again.

But she also knows better than to show this weakness to anyone outside her family. So for now, she plays along with his game; the cold exterior intact, despite the warmth within.

Her expression softens slightly at his words, though she doesn't let it show too much. "I know that, Gheorghii... But if you want to be close to me, really close..." She leans in, lowering her voice further "...then maybe it wouldn't hurt to show a little more devotion." A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she smirks at him. "You know what I mean?"

There's an unspoken promise in her words, and she waits eagerly for his reaction; wondering if he'll finally understand what she wants from him...

"Oh?" Her voice is cold again as she pulls back slightly. "And what makes you think I'd give myself to someone like you so easily?" She laughs humorlessly, looking away before continuing. "Maybe if you were more dedicated... maybe if you were mine, I could consider it." There's an edge of desperation in her voice that she can't quite mask; a need to be wanted, needed... Her cheeks flush slightly as she turns back to him.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, her body tingling with excitement and fear. She looks deep into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception; wanting to believe that he truly means what he says. For a moment, she's torn between the thrill of the chase and the safety of her position in the Yakuza; between giving herself completely over to this man who could break her just as easily as he claims to protect her. "...Very well," she finally breathes out. "If you truly want me, Gheorghii... then prove it." She swallows hard before adding, her voice barely a whisper: "I'm going to need your complete loyalty. And I don't just mean as my bodyguard... but also as my lover."

Her eyes are wide with vulnerability now, daring him to say no; daring herself to hope that he might truly feel

"No... I'm asking you." Her voice trembles slightly as she leans closer to him, their bodies barely touching. "I need someone who can understand that this isn't just about my position; it's about us... our connection." A tear trickles down her cheek, unbidden and out of control. She tries to wipe it away furtively, not wanting him to see the depth of her emotions, but he sees anyway.

Her breath hitches as she waits for his response; anticipation and fear knotting together in her stomach like a tangled ball of yarn. All she can do now is hope that he feels even a fraction of what she does.

"No!" She cries out, grabbing his arm in a desperate attempt to keep him from leaving. "You don't have to die! I just want... I need..." Tears stream freely down her face now, her words caught in her throat as she struggles to find the right way to explain. All she knows is that this cannot be the end; that there has to be some way for them to make this work. "Please, Gheorghii... don't leave me like this."

Her grip on his arm tightens, her nails digging into his skin as she pleads with him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch again; to know that he cares for her just as much as she cares for him. But even as she begs, a small voice inside tells her that perhaps this was all a mistake; perhaps it would be better if they had never crossed paths in the first place

Her heart breaks as he pulls away, leaving her feeling cold and empty once more. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mingling with the sweat on her brow as she tries desperately to compose herself. She takes a shaky breath, wiping furiously at her eyes before straightening her posture and trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Fine." Her voice is steady now, cold once more. "If that's the way you want it... I guess there's nothing else left for me to say." She turns away, looking out the window as she tries to pretend that this isn't the end; that he will still be there when she needs him most. But deep down, she knows better. This is the last time they'll ever share a moment like this... and it may very well be the last time she feels anything at all.

"Just drive." She replies curtly, not bothering to face him as he gets back behind the wheel of the car. "I have some business I need to attend to." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but she forces them out anyway; unable or unwilling to admit defeat. As they drive off in silence, Miyaki leans back against the seat and closes her eyes, trying to banish the memories of their brief encounter from her mind. But no matter how hard she tries, she knows that they'll always be there; a painful reminder of what might have been.

"...You don't understand." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of the car engine. "I can't do that... Not anymore..." She sighs, shaking her head slowly before looking at him once more. "Just drive... Anywhere." With that, she turns away, trying to lose herself in thought; anything to avoid thinking about their conversation and the way he made her feel.

The silence stretches on for what feels like hours, but eventually they reach their destination; a dark, empty warehouse where no one will disturb them. As Gheorghii parks the car, Miyaki forces herself to gather her thoughts and regain control of the situation. There is still so much at stake here; her family, her Yakuza empire... She cannot let herself be distracted by emotions and desires that can only lead to heartache.

Her heart still aches as she climbs out of the car and begins to walk towards the warehouse entrance. She feels a pang of guilt at sending someone else to drive her home, but she knows that she cannot trust Gheorghii after what happened earlier tonight. As they enter the dark, musty building, Miyaki tries to focus on the task at hand; organizing her latest shipment and making sure everything is running smoothly within her territories.

But even as she works, she can't help but think about him: his touch, his voice, the way he looked at her with those piercing green eyes. It all feels so wrong... so right. With a sigh, Miyaki pushes these thoughts away and does what she needs to do to protect everything that matters most.

She sucks in a sharp breath as she sees the words etched into his skin, her heart skipping a beat. She can't help but feel guilty for putting him through all this; for making him choose between his duty and his feelings. Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks, but she blinks them back before speaking in a shaky voice: "I-I'm sorry... I never meant for things to end like this..." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch his arm gently. "Can we... can we try again?"

Her expression is hopeful, pleading even; her gaze locked on his as if her life depends on it. Deep down, she knows that there's still a chance for them; a chance at something real and true, despite everything that stands in their way. She just prays that he feels the same.

Gently wrapping her hand around his arm, she replies softly, "I don't want you to do anything different... just be with me. I know it's complicated and dangerous, but... I can't help who I care about." A faint blush appears on her cheeks as she meets his gaze once more; this time there is no anger or frustration in her eyes. Only hope.

Her other hand moves up to brush a stray hair from his face before resting on his shoulder, the contact sending tingles down her spine. She doesn't know where this will lead them, but for now she's willing to take the risk. "I want us to try again... as friends, at least." Her voice cracks slightly as she says the words; the ache in her heart still painfully obvious despite her brave front.

She waits, holding her breath, hoping against hope that he

Her heart swells with relief as he takes her hand and smiles back at her. It's a small gesture, but it feels like the beginning of something beautiful... fragile, perhaps, but there all the same. With renewed hope in her heart, she leans closer to him, wanting nothing more than to feel his warmth and his strength once again.

"Thank you, Gheorghii," she whispers softly against his ear, before moving even closer; their bodies now pressed so closely together that it feels like they're one person instead of two. She closes her eyes as she feels the rise and fall of his chest against hers, the beat of his heart in perfect sync with her own. "I promise I won't let you down."

For now, at least... She'll do whatever it takes to protect him, just like he promised to protect her. Together, they can make this work;

"I don't know..." She murmurs thoughtfully, eyes still closed as she enjoys the feeling of him pressed against her. "We could go somewhere we can be alone... maybe take a walk or something." Her voice trails off, body tensing slightly at the thought of being away from him even for a moment. It feels like they've just found each other again after so much time apart; like they were always meant to be together.

She sighs contentedly, curling her fingers around his arm as she leans into him even more, their bodies melting against each other in an almost primitive display of desire and need. "Whatever you want, my love."

"Ice cream sounds perfect." She murmurs, nuzzling her face against his neck as she closes her eyes and inhales his scent. It's the smallest of gestures, but it says everything she wants to say: that she trusts him, that she's happy to be with him, and that she can't wait to see what comes next. Her body feels alive against his, every touch sending sparks through her system as they slowly make their way towards the ice cream parlor; their heartsbeats in perfect sync as they dream of a future together, no matter how impossible it might seem at times.