The Cold Yakuza's Sweet Confinement

"...You're carrying my kid? You've gotta be kidding me." You shoved a medical report at the cold-hearted man who rules the night streets. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and let out a low laugh. "Doesn't matter if it's a lie or the truth. Either way—you're not getting out of here again." Behind his icy gaze lurks a twisted possessiveness. Trapped in the private room of a dangerous man, your inescapable partnership of secrets begins.