Y/N's POV
My head is spinning…
Everything feels heavy.
I force my eyes open—but they're blurry.
Shapes. Shadows. The ceiling above me looks unfamiliar.
Where… am I?
I try to sit up, but my body doesn't respond the way I want it to.
There's a dull ache in my arms… and my heart?
It's thudding like I ran for miles.
My thoughts are jumbled—
trying to connect the last memory,
but everything's fog.
Wait…
I was at the hospital.
My dad… he's still in a coma. I remember that.
I couldn't sleep, so I walked down to the cafeteria, my dad's assistant, brought food, but I told him I just wanted to walk…
just for a little bit.
Some air. Some peace.
Then…
Nothing.
Just black.
I try to move again—this time, I feel the soft clink of something metallic near my wrist.
Suddenly, a cold chill creeps up my spine.
This place… this isn't the hospital.
And deep down, I already know—
something's very, very wrong.
It's cold in here.
Too cold.
The hum of the AC echoes in the silence, sharp and sterile.
I finally manage to sit up—and that's when I feel it.
Clink.
My right wrist—
tied to the side of the bed with a heavy chain.
Not rope. Not leather.
Metal.
Panic rises in my chest like a wave crashing down—
I yank my hand instinctively, but it barely moves an inch.
The room around me is…
wrong.
Plain white walls. White ceiling. No windows.
A water filter stands awkwardly in the corner—
the only thing that doesn't look like it belongs in an asylum.
That word slips into my mind and refuses to leave.
Asylum.
My breathing quickens.
This isn't a hospital.
This isn't anywhere I know.
I hug my knees with my free arm, trying to slow my racing heart.
Every thump echoes in my ears. Too loud.
Too loud.
Where am I?
Who brought me here?
And… how did they even know where I was?
My eyes drift back to the bracelet—
Yuri's gift. The only thing familiar in this entire place.
I grip it tightly with trembling fingers, whispering—
"Yuri… please find me."
I clutch the bracelet tighter, my knuckles turning white.
Again, the thought creeps in—
Will he even find me?
It's been three days…
Three days since Yuri cut off everything—no calls, no messages.
Not even a goodbye.
Did he forget me?
Was I just a distraction in the middle of his chaos?
The only person I have left is my dad…
and even he is lying in a hospital bed—
still.
Silent.
Unmoving.
I feel tears sting at the corner of my eyes, but I refuse to cry.
I've done that enough.
But deep down, the fear whispers—
"So that's it? You'll die here?"
Alone.
Unwanted.
Forgotten.
I press my forehead against my knees, breath shaky.
"Yuri… I don't care if you're angry, just find me. Please…"
The chain shifts slightly with my movement.
Cold. Heavy. Like the silence that surrounds me.
And in that moment—
a flicker of hopelessness sets in.
My heart jumps.
Footsteps.
Slow… heavy… deliberate.
They echo in the hallway—
each step sounding like it's getting closer to my chest, not just the door.
I lift my head, body tense, eyes locked on the only way in or out—
the door.
Click…
The doorknob turns.
I instinctively pull against the chain, though I already know it won't set me free.
Then the door creaks open—
and there he is.
A tall man enters, dressed in a tailored black suit.
A slight white stubble hugs his jawline, and a half-burnt cigar rests between two fingers.
He walks in like he owns this room. Like he owns my fate.
His smirk is slow and calculated.
Eyes sharp. Cold.
"Well, well," he says, voice slick like oil.
"So you're the girl who made Yuri Hanamitchi forget the streets."
My chest tightens.
He steps closer—
and every instinct inside me screams danger.
"You can call me Renzo."
He raises the cigar to his lips and exhales smoke into the sterile air.
"And don't worry, sweetheart… we've got plenty of time to get to know each other."
My breath caught the moment he said it—
"And you have another identity too," he smirked, eyes narrowing slightly.
He leaned closer, blowing out smoke like a slow poison.
"You're a Fernandez… right?"
The name Renzo hit harder than the chain on my wrist.
But not from fear.
No.
It was rage—deep, buried, burning.
My mom.
The name, the face, the screams I tried to forget.
Memories flooded back like shards—
The news… the funeral… my dad's broken eyes.
And now the devil who haunted those stories stood in front of me.
Alive. Breathing. Smirking.
My heart pounded so loud, I could barely hear myself as I shouted,
voice breaking, soaked in pain and fire:
"So you're the one—
YOU KILLED MY MOM!"
Tears streamed down my face, but I didn't care.
The grief, the rage, the helplessness—everything cracked open at once.
Renzo only raised an eyebrow, amused.
He took another drag from his cigar and exhaled lazily.
"Ah… so you finally remember.
Your mother—she was quite the woman. Strong. Brave.
Just too loyal to the wrong man."
He chuckled low.
"Like mother, like daughter."
I tugged hard against the chain, the cold metal biting into my skin.
"You'll pay for what you did. I swear, Renzo… Yuri will come."
His smirk widened, the glow of the cigar flickering as he tilted his head.
"Let's hope…" he echoed my words back to me, voice low and venomous.
Then he stepped even closer—close enough that I could smell the smoke, the faint cologne, the arrogance in his breath.
"…But he doesn't know I've got you."
He chuckled—
a slow, sick laugh that crawled under my skin and settled in my bones.
Like this was all just a game to him.
He turned his back on me casually, walking toward the door like he hadn't just shattered the air in the room.
"You're the ace I've been waiting for, sweetheart."
He paused at the doorframe, hand resting on the knob.
"Let's see how far Yuri Hanamitchi will go to get his queen back."
The door clicked shut behind him—
and for the first time since I woke up,
the silence felt like war drums.
And Renzo left the room ..
Hours passed… maybe more.
The light in the room never changed, and my body felt weak from waiting—
from hoping.
Then—
The door creaked open.
A figure stepped in, face hidden behind a plain white mask.
Dressed in all black—no insignias, no words.
Just silence.
He walked calmly toward the small table and placed a bento box on it, careful and wordless.
My heart leapt with a flicker of hope.
"Please… help me," I whispered, voice cracking as I reached out toward him.
"My dad is in the hospital, I don't know where I am… please…"
But he didn't respond.
Not even a glance.
He placed a bottle of water beside the box, stood up, and without a single word—
turned around and left.
The door shut behind him with a heavy finality.
Click.
I was alone again.
I stared at the bento box for a few seconds more…
neatly packed, untouched—like it belonged in a normal world,
a world I was no longer part of.
A surge of rage bubbled up inside me.
Why am I here? Why me? Where is he? Why didn't he come?
In a heartbeat, I grabbed the box and smashed it against the floor, rice scattering across the white tiles, sauce splattering like spilled pain.
"I DON'T WANT THIS!"
My voice echoed off the walls.
"I want to go home… I want my dad… I want Yuri…"
My knees hit the cold floor.
Both hands pressed down hard as I broke.
The tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over, unstoppable.
They rolled down my cheeks, wetting the floor beneath me—
soft sobs turning into full cries, my chest heaving with every breath I couldn't control.
I was tired. Broken.
And worse… I was starting to wonder if anyone would even find me at all.
Yuri's POV
I didn't wait.
Didn't think.
Didn't breathe.
The moment Felix confirmed she was in Renzo's base—
my world cracked open.
I grabbed the keys, barely heard Keifer shout behind me.
My blood was already boiling—
eyes red, jaw clenched, heart racing.
I stormed out, slammed the door, and hit the road like a bullet,
tires screeching under me.
Keifer jumped into the seat beside me just in time.
"Yuri—slow down, we need a plan!"
"There's no f*cking plan if she's not breathing."
His voice silenced.
I didn't care about the rules, didn't care about backup.
Not when the only person who ever made me feel human was now locked in his hands.
Renzo…
I'm going to tear down your whole damn world.
Author POV
Inside the speeding car, the tension was thicker than the silence before a storm.
Yuri gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, the veins in his arms flexing with rage.
"Call Felix and tell him to send the location!" he barked, his voice thunderous.
Keifer, sitting beside him, clenched his jaw.
"Yuri, you're wasting your energy—we need to plan first!"
"What plan can you come up with now, huh?!"
Yuri snapped, eyes flaring as they locked onto Keifer.
"I'm thinking, Yuri!! Please… You will hurt yourself like this," Keifer pleaded, lowering his voice slightly, trying to bring him back from the edge.
"I know she's in danger… but Renzo won't directly hurt her. Not yet."
"DON'T talk about hurting her, KEIFER!"
Yuri roared.
His voice cracked, not from volume—but from pain.
The car grew silent for a moment, except for the roaring engine and the storm of emotions inside.
Keifer glanced at him.
He wasn't just angry.
He was terrified.
Because this time… the girl Yuri would burn the world for was the one Renzo had in his grip.
"Wish we never tied… wish we never talked…
I wish we never saw—"
His voice cracked.
"But now I know you're just too far to catch in my arms…"
he mumbled, knuckles trembling.
And then—
he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
The horn blared in pain, echoing into the tense night air, but it was nothing compared to the scream bottled inside him.
Keifer didn't say a word.
He knew those weren't just lines.
That wasn't just frustration.
That was heartbreak.
Because Yuri wasn't scared of dying in Renzo's trap.
He was scared of losing the only thing that ever softened him.
And right now, he was already bleeding without a bullet.
The tires screeched violently across the gravel as Yuri slammed the brakes in front of Hanamitchi base.
The doors flung open before the car even fully stopped.
Yuri stepped out—
a storm dressed in sweat and rage,
his eyes blazing like hellfire.
He didn't hesitate.
He stormed inside, straight to Felix—
grabbing his collar and slamming him lightly into the wall.
"DON'T YOU F*CKING HEAR ME?!"
Felix's eyes widened, holding his breath.
"I'm sorry, Yuri—but you need arms. We couldn't let you run in blind!"
Before Yuri could say another word—
David stepped in, armed and ready.
"Yuri… we've got everything.
Guns. Vests. Backup.
We're coming with you."
A heavy breath escaped Yuri's lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Then—he ran his hand through his drenched hair, pushing it back.
His voice thundered through the room:
"THEN LET'S F*CKIN GOOOO!!!!"
Yuri stormed into the locker room, tossing his drenched shirt aside.
Without a word, he grabbed a plain black tee, slipping it over his lean, scarred frame—
battle-worn, but ready for war.
He reached for his leather gloves, tightening them with a swift snap, each pull echoing his rage and focus.
Click. Click.
This wasn't just a rescue.
This was personal.
And the man walking out of that room?
He wasn't Yuri Hanamitchi, the lover.
He was Yuri—the wolf, ready to rip Renzo's world apart.
"David, Felix, Keif—lock in," he said with a low growl.
"We move now."