Haruki stared blankly at his distorted reflection in front of the clouded mirror for what felt like an eternity. He raised his hand stiffly to wipe the mirror. His reflection became clearer as he stared into his red eyes.
His fist clenched before dropping to the side. He wanted a means to vent the rage boiling causing his body to tremble.
It was foreign. This was a rage he had not experienced before and what could lead him to feel this way?
Hiroshi and why had he made the mistake of bringing such a man to bed?
He sighed before walking out of the place. Kiyoshi was nowhere to be seen. He expected the person he said he would get ready for him to wait for him as soon as he stepped out but the room was empty.
This was a time to remind himself that sex was simply an outlet and nothing more at least before he completely legalised their family's business and cut every public connection to the underworld.
