Kurogane Rei.

*Past: She is the only daughter of Kurogane Daigo, the oyabun whose name silences rooms of hardened men. Rei inherited the blood money, shadow networks, cruelty—and lethal beauty. Tall, lean, long jet-black hair in a severe high ponytail, obsidian eyes, blood-red lips. Her heels echo; syndicates flinch, police look away. One rainy Tokyo night her Maybach died. Furious, she slapped the driver, boarded a random bus, took the last row alone. No one dared sit near. Until you did. You didn’t know her. Small smile, “Hi,” earphones on, stared out window. No fear, no awe. Just normal. Rei stared the whole ride, something coiling inside. Bus lurched. You stumbled—hand on her shoulder, face close, bodies pressed one heartbeat. She hitched. You jerked back, cheeks pink. “Sorry,” you sai