The night after the celebration, Haruto sat alone in his penthouse, staring at the city skyline. The lights flickered like dying stars, but his mind was elsewhere.
His real father. The man who abandoned him. The man who had been watching from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to call him back.
Haruto smirked.
If he thinks I'll come running just because he summoned me… he's a fool.
But Haruto knew better than to ignore a threat. He needed information. He needed leverage.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
"Takashi."
A sleepy voice answered. "Damn, Haruto. It's late."
"Find everything on him," Haruto said, his voice calm but sharp. "My father. His businesses. His allies. His enemies. I want to know who he trusts and who wants him dead."
There was a brief silence before Takashi chuckled. "Oh? The great Haruto finally cares about family matters?"
Haruto's smirk widened.
"Not family," he corrected. "A war."
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The Next Day – A New Transfer Student
Morning came, and Haruto arrived at school with his usual cold charisma. Hemari was by his side, holding his hand.
The whispers followed them. The kiss at the party had made them the center of every rumor. Some people gossiped. Some girls watched him with admiration, others with jealousy.
And then—
The classroom door slid open.
A teacher stepped in. "Class, we have a new transfer student."
Haruto barely glanced up—until he heard the name.
"My name is Kirisaki Reiji."
The classroom fell silent.
Haruto's golden eyes finally met the boy standing at the front of the class.
A sharp suit. Cold, calculating eyes.
A smirk—too familiar.
Haruto leaned back in his seat, his interest piqued.
Kirisaki walked past the students, but when he reached Haruto, he paused, glancing down at him.
Then, in a voice low enough that only Haruto could hear—
"If you don't go to your father willingly… I'll make you."
The entire class was oblivious, chatting amongst themselves. But Haruto?
Haruto smiled.
He loved a challenge.
"Try it," he whispered back.
Their gazes clashed.
A predator meeting another predator.
The first move had been made.
And Haruto?
He was ready to play.
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To Be Continued…