As soon as the Morioka member disappeared into the crowd, Hannah let out a sigh of relief. Her phone buzzed in her hand, a notification flashing across the screen: "The car is waiting outside." Finally. The mission was over.

She was relieved, but as she slipped her phone back into her bag and made her way toward the exit, a sense of dissatisfaction crept up on her. The night had been dull, her role in the mission reduced to waiting and enduring unwanted stares. Aside from the brief and unpleasant encounter with Saito Morioka, she hadn't had any of the action or even the attention she'd anticipated.

As much as she hated the Morioka's leering and suggestive comments, the lack of meaningful interaction left her feeling... overlooked. She scoffed at herself for even thinking it, but a small part of her had been hoping for some acknowledgment from someone. But the mission had been more about waiting than actually doing anything, leaving her restless and a little attention-starved.

With a frustrated sigh, Hannah pushed open the club's door and stepped into the cool night air. The car sat at the curb, waiting. She hesitated for a moment before slipping into the backseat.

As soon as she settled in, the car pulled away, but her mind remained on the events of the night. She didn't want to admit it, but she missed Fuyuhiko's possessive attention. No matter how much she played it cool, she liked knowing that someone was always watching her back, always noticing her. The quiet ride back felt oddly lonely.

Maybe she'd tell him about the Morioka member after all, just to see how he reacted. A smirk tugged at her lips at the thought. If there was one person who wouldn't let her go unnoticed, it was Fuyuhiko.

As they drove through the dimly lit streets, the driver glanced at Hannah through the rearview mirror. "The clans are at a private bar," he mentioned, his tone casual. "Probably celebrating how well this mission went."

Hannah nodded silently, her thoughts still on the night's events. She wasn't particularly excited to join a room full of men basking in their success, especially when she'd been sidelined in a role that didn't suit her. But part of her was curious, if Fuyuhiko was there, maybe she could get some of that attention she craved. She still couldn't shake the feeling of being overlooked and forgotten.

The driver took her to the bar without another word. As they pulled up in front of a dimly lit building, Hannah saw the familiar sleek cars of both clans lined up outside. Her heart raced a little as she stepped out of the car, fixing her dress one last time before pushing open the door.

Inside, the atmosphere was warm and vibrant. The low hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, glasses clinking as people toasted their success. Several pairs of eyes glanced her way as she entered, and some raised their eyebrows at her appearance, still in the dress she'd worn for the mission. Hannah straightened her posture, trying to mask her earlier frustration.

Then, she spotted him. Fuyuhiko, leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, surrounded by a small group of men. His sharp eyes caught hers almost instantly, and his expression shifted, surprise flickering in his gaze before it was replaced by something else, something possessive.

Hannah made her way over to him, her steps slow and deliberate, trying to gauge his reaction. Fuyuhiko's eyes never left her, and by the time she reached him, he'd straightened up, his drink forgotten on the counter.

"Didn't expect to see you here so early." he said, voice low as he stepped closer. His eyes scanned her, lingering on the dress, the bare skin, the way she carried herself. "What happened? Mission didn't go as planned?"

Hannah shrugged, leaning against the bar beside him. "Target was passed out," she said casually, though her heart was racing. "Nothing really happened."

Fuyuhiko frowned, but his hand reached out to brush a lock of hair away from her face. "Is that so?"

Hannah met his gaze, feeling that spark of attention she'd been missing all night. Maybe it wasn't the mission that mattered after all.

She unconsciously leaned into Fuyuhiko's touch, her body betraying the cool demeanor she was trying to maintain. His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek, and for a moment, the noise of the bar seemed to fade away. Fuyuhiko smirked, clearly noticing her neediness.

"Getting a little attached, aren't we?" he teased, his voice laced with that same mocking tone she'd grown used to. His hand lingered on her skin before dropping to her waist, his grip firm as he pulled her a little closer.

Hannah flushed but didn't pull away. She'd spent the whole night feeling ignored, like she was just another tool in the plan. Here though, with Fuyuhiko's attention completely on her, she finally felt seen. His smirk deepened as he felt her relax against him.

"Guess the mission wasn't the only thing you wanted out of tonight, huh?" he murmured, his tone playful yet edged with something more serious. His fingers trailed down to her waist, gripping her possessively, as if to remind her she was his.

Hannah shot him a glare, but it was weak, and she knew it. "Don't get too cocky." she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

Fuyuhiko leaned in slightly, his lips brushing her ear. "Too late for that, sweetheart." he whispered, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. "You know you like it."

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the flutter in her chest. She hated how well he knew her, how easily he could see through her tough exterior. But at the same time, it felt... right. She wasn't sure if it was the attention, or the way Fuyuhiko had a way of making her feel like she was his whole world, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him right now.

Fuyuhiko stepped back slightly, keeping his hand firmly on her waist as he glanced around the room, making sure others noticed. His possessiveness was on full display, and it wasn't subtle. The way he touched her, the way he kept her close, it sent a message, loud and clear.

"Let's get out of here." Fuyuhiko said suddenly, his tone dropping to something more serious. "I've had enough of this place. You too, right?"

Hannah nodded, grateful for the escape.

Fuyuhiko gripped Hannah's hand firmly as he led her out of the bar, not bothering to look back as she followed close behind him. Once they were outside, the cool night air hit them, but Fuyuhiko kept walking, guiding her down a narrow side street, away from prying eyes and the noise of the celebration.

When they reached a more secluded spot, he stopped abruptly and turned to face her. His eyes scanned her face, his expression softening but only slightly. The tension between them was palpable, and Hannah could feel his gaze lingering on her lips before he spoke.

"Finally, some peace." he muttered, his voice low. "You know, watching you walk into that bar earlier, wearing that dress... it drove me crazy."

Hannah rolled her eyes, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. "Is that so?" she replied, attempting to sound unaffected, but her voice wavered slightly.

Fuyuhiko smirked, stepping closer to her, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Yeah. You've got no idea what you do to me."

He leaned in, his hand sliding around her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Hannah's breath hitched, her heart racing as she met his intense gaze. Before she could say anything, his lips crashed onto hers, possessive and demanding. The kiss was rough, claiming her in a way that left no doubt about his feelings, his need to make sure she knew who she belonged to.

Hannah's hands instinctively moved up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The world around them seemed to disappear as the kiss deepened, Fuyuhiko's grip on her waist tightening, pulling her closer as if he couldn't get enough.

When they finally pulled away for air, Fuyuhiko rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. His hand trailed up her arm before settling on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips, swollen from the kiss.

"Don't ever forget," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You're my responsibility."

She looked up slightly, still catching her breath, her body buzzing from the intensity of the moment. There was no denying it, Fuyuhiko's possessiveness was overwhelming, but in a way that made her feel wanted, needed.

"You're mine."