If you satisfy me

Natsuo stared ahead and his mouth hung slightly open as the suit-wearing figure walked past him. He had heard what the billionaire had said, but he was shocked, still reeling from the surprise of even meeting him in person.

As he turned around, he saw how Toshiro watched the white-haired coma patient like he had lost something precious long ago. The man stroked his nephew's face gently, tracing his fingers along the pale skin of his face, following the curve of his jaw and the line of his cheekbone.

"You... what? You can't do that," Natsuo muttered when he found his voice again.

Toshiro squinted his eyes at him as if he wasn't used to people arguing with him.

"I mean - I am so close to - I think I could find something to help him if I just - "

"I have talked to his medical team and his chances of waking up are slim. I'm here so he can finally rest," Toshiro replied over the younger one's stuttering.

Natsuo looked at the man in complete desperation, silently begging him to reconsider, but he knew Toshiro was a man of power and understood that it wasn't the time or place to defy him.

He felt helpless in front of the billionaire, completely powerless before his authority - so, he did what he thought was necessary, and bowed as deeply as he could, conveying his courtesy to the abuser who had tortured his partner - no matter how he hated the man.

"Please," he whispered weakly, letting his faded teal hair fall over his face. He squeezed from the gray shirt he was wearing, sweat trickling down his neck when it felt like his body was overheating.

Toshiro was quiet as he looked at the pleading youth before him. His eyes scanned Natsuo's features, his colorful shoulder-length hair and his slim physique, especially around his lower body - it was like he was looking for an answer to an unspoken question.

"Do you want to make a deal?" he asked in a low voice.

Natsuo straightened his posture and watched the red-suited man cautiously, trying to figure out what he was doing.

The neutral white walls behind him highlighted Toshiro's tall silhouette, his dark eyes and his sultry expression.

"I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that here. If you wish to help him, I recommend you follow me," the man said and motioned the teal-haired one to join him as he walked away from his nephew without a second glance.

Natsuo stood there for a few seconds, focusing on his unconscious partner. He silently promised to take care of everything and ensure the other kept breathing no matter what.

(A while later)

After an awkward car ride, the black limousine pulled up in front of a luxurious building in one of Tokyo's most expensive neighborhoods. In the driveway, a pair of majestic, metal gates slid open, allowing the limo to pass through and drive up a path to a magnificent, two-story mansion.

Natsuo peered out the window astonished, speechless at the architectural splendor and surrounding gardens. After a moment of astonishment, he quickly brushed off his surprise and returned to his wary state. He hesitantly glanced at Toshiro, skeptical of the billionaire's motives, but still followed him from the back seat to the front door.

Natsuo held back and stopped in his tracks, not wanting to go inside with the man. He couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was about to happen after being led so far.

"Tell me about the deal," he said anxiously.

Toshiro paused and turned to the young man with an unreadable stare.

"You can stand out here all night if you want, but if you want to talk about my nephew, I suggest you follow me inside," he replied in a deep, measured voice.

Natsuo squinted his eyes at him, then sighed and walked behind Toshiro to the mansion. He realized painfully that he was at a disadvantage and had no leverage to negotiate with his opponent.

The young man looked around at the interior's magnificence. An elegant gold-plated staircase complemented the marble floors in the lobby. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling and the walls were lined with exquisite, large paintings - clearly, the billionaire had spared no expense in making his mansion look stunning.

"You can admire all you want, but don't touch anything," the CEO said sharply as he led Natsuo to a lavish living room. He chose to ignore all the luxurious decorations and high-end furniture around him - instead, he focused solely on the older man and his every move.

Toshiro made his way to a bar, a space tucked away in the corner of the room. Among the expensive bottles on the walls, he picked up a bottle of Japanese whiskey and poured himself a drink.

The atmosphere was intimate with low lighting, and for a second, the only sound was the gentle crackling of a large artificial fireplace.

"Why don't you tell me your name?" the man asked without giving his guest a glance.

"What do you want from me?" Natsuo asked with an annoyed snort.

He remembered all too well Jiro's revelation about his uncle. Toshiro had caused his partner so much pain and Natsuo wanted to make that abusive pedophile pay more than anything - still, he knew he had to remain composed, so he just bit his teeth and swallowed his words.

"My family's company is everything to me. My father founded it, but my brother and I brought it to success. I own everything in my nephew's bank," the black-haired man declared abruptly and served himself another drink.

"Why would you kill him for money when you are already a billionaire?" Natsuo scowled, disgusted by Toshiro's willingness to sacrifice a human life for more riches - or so it sounded to him.

"What is the point of keeping him in a hospital if he won't wake up?"

Natsuo stood there motionless, his chest tightening with anger. He watched disgustedly as Toshiro emptied his liquor glass, set it on the counter, and stepped closer to his visitor, giving him his full attention.

"I'm a man with needs. And I do have a type... or more like a secret fantasy," he explained, his half-smile twisting into a malicious smirk.

Natsuo's stomach ached with nausea when he heard Toshiro's words, realizing what the man was implying. The man was undoubtedly twisted, sick, and evil at his core.

"You see, I'm looking for someone. Someone young, innocent, who won't make a fuss..."

He paused, his expression darkening as he looked at the slender figure up and down.

"I won't harm my nephew if you satisfy me for one night," Toshiro stated and reached out to touch the young man's teal hair. His cigarette-scented fingers stroked his strands, making Natsuo wince inside and fight the urge to slap the pervert's hand away.

"But resist even a tiny bit, and you will regret it," Toshiro warned as he leaned closer, a cruel smile spreading across his face.