It's been a while since they last met—
Since then… life just happened.
They got busy.
Yuri, tangled in the shadows of his world—late nights, missed calls, unread messages.
And Y/N, waiting silently on the other end, phone in hand, eyes growing heavier each time she stayed up just to hear his voice…
Only to fall asleep to the sound of her own breathing.
Conversations began to stretch farther apart.
A "good morning" turned into a "good night,"
A "call me when you're free" became a message left on "read."
They missed each other.
Not just physically—but in all the little moments where love quietly lives.
And then—
One day, the ground shifted beneath her feet.Her father, Mr. Fernandez, suffered a stroke.
Just like that, her world—already a little lonely—
felt like it was collapsing.
Everything blurred. Hospital lights, IV tubes, the beeping machines.
Her strong, ever-smiling father—now fragile and quiet, barely holding on.
She needed someone.
She needed him.
That night, when the world felt too heavy to carry alone,
she reached for the one voice that used to make it all feel bearable.
Yuri.
Hands trembling, she dialed his number.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
But all she heard was:
"The number you are trying to call is out of service."
And just like that… her heart dropped.
Not just sank—but collapsed.
As if the last string she was holding on to had suddenly snapped.
She stood there for a moment, frozen—
then slowly slid down the cold wall of the hospital hallway,
knees pulled to her chest, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
The quiet hum of machines, distant footsteps of nurses…
and the sound of her own tears quietly hitting the floor.
Her father was in a hospital bed, barely hanging on.
And the boy she needed more than anyone—
Was unreachable.
In that moment,
the silence hurt more than any goodbye ever could.
"Miss Y/N," her father's assistant said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder,
"You should rest… even just for a little while."
But she shook her head slowly, eyes red and heavy but unblinking.
"I'm fine," she whispered, voice almost lost in the sterile hospital air.
But she wasn't.
She hadn't slept since they rushed her father into the emergency room.
Hadn't eaten.
Hadn't moved from that hallway corner where time seemed frozen.
The night bled into morning,
but to her—it didn't matter.
The clock kept ticking,
but her world was paused—
stuck between fear, fatigue, and the ache of being completely alone.
Her stomach growled, but she ignored it.
Her body trembled slightly, but she curled tighter into herself.
Eyes fixed on the ICU door… waiting.
For her father to wake.
For a miracle.
For a phone call.
For him.
But nothing came.
And in that silence—
she felt more alone than ever.
"Yuri… where are you now… please come to me…"
She cried, but not aloud—
Her sobs were silent, swallowed by the cold white walls of the hospital corridor.
Her eyes were swollen, red, sore from too many tears shed with no comfort in sight.
Her hands trembled as she looked down at her phone again… and again.
But the screen remained dark.
No name. No ringtone. No him.
She clutched the phone tighter, as if doing so could summon him—
as if the ache in her chest could somehow reach wherever he was.
She wasn't asking for forever.
Just now.
Just this moment.
Just his presence—his voice,his arms,
his quiet way of saying "I'm here."
But all she got was silence.
And in that silence,
her heart began to wonder—
Was he even coming back at all?
It had been days.
Y/N waited, prayed, and stared at her phone until the battery gave up before she did.
But Yuri never called.
Finally, with all the strength she had left, she dialed a number she knew she could trust.
Ring… Ring… Click.
"Hello, Uncle… it's me, Y/N."
"Ohh, my daughter!" Mr. Hanamitchi's voice warmed up immediately.
"What happened? Are you alright?"
She swallowed hard, her voice weak.
"My dad… collapsed three days ago. A stroke."
There was a pause, her voice trembling.
"I tried to reach Yuri, but… he's out of service. I didn't know what else to do."
A loud gasp from the other side.
"What!? Your dad collapsed?! Why didn't you tell me earlier, child?!"
She could hear him already grabbing his coat.
"I'm coming to you right now. Just stay where you are, okay?"
Her heart eased a little. She whispered,
"Uncle… Yuri? Where is he?"
There was silence for a beat too long.
"Uhh… he's been dealing with some business out of the city."
His tone grew softer, more careful.
"Once he's back, he'll come to you—I promise. Don't worry too much, alright? Focus on your dad."
But she could tell…
Even he didn't know when Yuri would come
3 Days Ago
"I'm sorry, babe…"
His voice was quiet—half a whisper, half a sigh.
"Today, I'm going for a very big deal… and I can't let anyone know about this."
Yuri sat at the edge of the bed, staring at his phone—
her name on the screen, untouched messages piling up like guilt in his chest.
He didn't reply. He couldn't.
Not now. Not when everything around him was so volatile, so dangerous.
He ran a hand through his hair and pressed his fingers to his temple,
as if doing so could ease the weight on his mind.
"Just wait a little, okay…?"
He spoke the words as if she could hear him through the silence.
As if she'd still be waiting when he came back.
Then, without another second of hesitation,
he stood up, grabbed his leather jacket, and shrugged it on.
The weight of the mission ahead was heavy—
but not as heavy as the ache he left behind.
Black boots thudded against the old concrete floor as he walked down the steps,
each one echoing like a countdown to everything he might lose.
And with a single press—
he switched off his phone.
The world went quiet.
Yuri didn't go alone this time.
He took Keifer—his most trusted man when things could go sideways.
David and Felix stayed behind at the base, holding things down,
just in case this deal turned out to be more than just business.
They were supposed to meet with one of their old gun-trading partners.
A deal they'd done countless times. Smooth. Clean. Reliable.
But this time was different.
The air was colder.
The meeting point—a warehouse near the docks—was too quiet.
Keifer glanced around, one hand already brushing against his holster.
"Something's off."
Yuri stayed calm, eyes sharp.
"Just stay close."
When the gates opened, the faces were familiar—
but the energy wasn't.
The partner, Marco, didn't smile like he used to.
He stood there with a different aura—confident, smug, untouchable.
Author's POV – The Deal Table
"Hey Yuri. Hello Keif…"
Marco greeted with that same old smirk, reaching out for a handshake.
Yuri and Keifer exchanged a glance before gripping his hand—firm, but cold.
The air was sharp. Heavy.
"Come, sit." Marco gestured with practiced hospitality.
He snapped his fingers.
"Anyone there? Bring out the most expensive drink!" he barked casually, like this was just another celebration.
Yuri sat, silent.
Keifer followed, eyes scanning every shadow in the room.
Marco poured himself a glass, then leaned back with a sigh.
"So… Yuri. Actually, I've found another boss."
Yuri's jaw didn't move.
Keifer's hand flexed under the table.
Marco went on, swirling the drink in his glass like it didn't mean a thing.
"I meant to meet you earlier but—you know how it is. Packed schedule, tight moves… no time."
Yuri's voice finally cut through. Low. Steady.
"So are you telling me that we're done?"
Marco let out a soft chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
"Mmm… the other boss told me he'd be giving double."
He leaned in slightly.
"And come on, Yuri—who doesn't want double?"
Silence.
Yuri leaned back in his chair, lips pressed in a hard line.
"I see."
Yuri leaned back, a slow smile spreading across his face.
It wasn't warm. It wasn't friendly.
It was the kind of smile that made people nervous without knowing why.
"So… can I know his name?" he asked casually, eyes fixed on Marco.
He tapped his fingers lightly against the glass in front of him.
"It's not like I'm going to tense up. I'm just… curious."
Then his smile sharpened—
"I'd like to know who this rich boss is. Someone richer than me? That's rare."
Marco chuckled, leaning forward like he was still in control.
"You'll know him soon enough. His name's already shaking the ports."
Yuri nodded slowly, eyes never blinking.
"Is that so?"
Keifer didn't speak—but he felt it too.
The shift in Yuri's posture.
The silent promise that whatever game Marco was playing…
he'd just lit the wrong match.
Yuri stood up, brushing off his jacket with calm precision.
He gave Marco one last look, his voice steady, almost amused.
"Okay, Marco. Have great deals with him."
No anger.
No threats.
Just the eerie stillness before a storm.
Marco gave a half-smile, raising his glass lazily.
"Always a pleasure, Yuri."
Without another word, Yuri and Keifer turned and walked out.
No hesitation. No backward glances.
Just silence and the sound of boots hitting the dusty concrete.
⸻
Outside Marco's Area
The car door shut with a thud, and the tension finally cracked into words.
Keifer glanced sideways, voice low.
"Yuri, what's the plan? You letting him slide just like that?"
Yuri leaned against the car, eyes scanning the area like he was reading secrets off the air.
"We can't trigger them directly. Not yet."
His voice was cold now. Calculated.
"We need to find out who this guy is first. The one Marco bowed to."
Keifer nodded, already anticipating what was coming next.
"Should we head back to base?"
Yuri shook his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
"No. Not yet. Let's dig while we're still close. Someone around here knows something. And we're not leaving empty-handed."
A storm was brewing—
And Yuri Hanamitchi just started drawing the map for it.
The Next Morning – 6:03 AM
Yuri's phone buzzed, vibrating harshly against the metal table.
Caller ID: Unknown
He stared at it for a second, eyes narrowed.
Then the message popped in.
Hey Yuri… long time no see, huh?
When I sent your dad a little reminder that I'm still alive,he nearly dropped dead from the shock. So now I'm just looking for the strong one.
Your dad?
Nah…He's not strong enough for me.
Yuri's hand gripped the phone tighter, his jaw locking.
His eyes darkened as the message settled in—not just a threat…a personal hit.
Keifer, sipping his coffee nearby, noticed the sudden stillness.
"What is it?"
Yuri didn't speak right away. He just turned the phone toward him.
Keifer's eyes scanned the message, and his expression hardened.
"Someone's playing dirty."
Yuri's voice was quiet, dangerous.
"No. Someone's asking to be found."
He stood up, fire simmering just under his calm surface.
The moment he read the message again, something snapped into place.
The words, the tone—that arrogance—it was too familiar.
He clenched his jaw, and his voice came out like a storm on the edge of breaking.
"I know him…"
Keifer turned sharply.
"Who?"
Yuri didn't look up. He stared at the screen, as if it could bite.
"The boss Marco shifted to… it's Renzo."
Keifer stiffened.
"Renzo? As in Renzo Carillo?"
The one who murder y/n mom and save you from a bullet??
Keifer let out a sharp breath.
"So this isn't about business anymore. This is a personal hunt."
Yuri nodded once.
"He went after my father first. That was his warning shot."
He glanced up, eyes like fire behind calm.
"Now it's my turn."
He is back ..
Keifer had just stepped aside, phone pressed to his ear, fingers tapping quickly.
"David, Felix—lock in. We've got a name. Renzo Carillo. Start tracing."
Barely ten minutes later, chaos struck.
Felix (on the line):
"Fuck!! Yuri—!!"
Yuri spun around immediately, his tone sharp.
"What the hell is happening, Felix?"
Felix:
"Yuri… Y/N…"
He was breathless, scattered.
"Did—did she wear the bracelet you gave her? The silver one with the blue tracker chip?"
Yuri's blood ran cold.
His voice dropped, a growl behind clenched teeth.
"Felix, come to the damn point already!"
Felix:
"If she wore it… then she's there."
His voice cracked.
"She's inside Renzo's base right now, Yuri."
Time froze.
Yuri didn't move. Just the sound of his pulse—loud, crushing.
Keifer's eyes widened as Yuri slowly lowered the phone,
his expression unreadable—only his clenched fists betrayed the rage crawling beneath.