Bonten x reader
The rain had followed Y/N all the way from the airport.
Tokyo’s skyline stretched endlessly outside the taxi window, neon signs reflecting off wet pavement as she stared out at the unfamiliar city. Three weeks ago she’d been living in America, celebrating her acceptance into a prestigious finance position. Now she was halfway across the world, determined to prove herself.
Her first month had been exhausting, long hours, new language, new culture and new expectations.
Tonight was supposed to be simple.
A networking event a chance to impress executives her chance to belong.
Instead, she stepped into a nightmare.
The address she’d been given led her to a sleek black building tucked away from the busy streets. It looked expensive enough to belong to some private investment firm.
The receptionist wasn’t at the desk.
In fact the entire lobby was silent with no one to be seen.
Y/N frowned.
“Hello?”
No answer.
She checked her phone the address definitely matched...or so she thought.
Maybe she’d arrived early.
She walked toward the elevator where the doors opened immediately.
Something felt wrong a feeling of slight fear maybe? She couldn’t explain it.
The silence was too complete and the air felt too heavy.
Still, she stepped inside.
The elevator carried her to the top floor however when the doors slid open, she froze.
Men in black suits occupied the room infront of her.
Not businessmen.
Not executives.
Dangerous.
The atmosphere alone told her that.
Several conversations died instantly and every eye turned toward her.
Y/N’s stomach dropped.
One man with silver hair leaned back in his chair, amusement flickering across his face. Kokonoi.
Near the windows stood two men who looked almost identical. Ran Haitani lounged comfortably against the glass while his younger brother, Rindou, watched her with narrowed eyes.
A pink-haired man sat on the edge of a desk, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Haru.
Standing near the entrance was a broad-shouldered man with a scar running across his face. Kakucho.
And at the far end—
A man with white hair.
Dark eyes.
An unsettling calm.
Manjiro Sano.
The leader of Bonten.
The room seemed to revolve around him.
The silence stretched.
Y/N took a step backward.
“I think I have the wrong building.”
No one laughed. No one moved.
Manjiro continued watching her.
That ,to her, was somehow worse.
Then Kakucho pushed himself away from the wall.
He approached slowly.
Y/N’s pulse hammered.
“You walked into the wrong place,” he said.
His voice was almost gentle.
Almost.
She nodded quickly.
“I can leave.”
The room remained silent.
Kakucho glanced toward Manjiro.
A silent conversation passed between them.
Manjiro finally spoke.
“Bring her here.”
Y/N wished he hadn’t.
There was something terrifying about how calm he sounded.
As if he never needed to raise his voice.
As if everyone obeyed regardless.
The others watched with growing interest as she was escorted further into the room.
Kokonoi picked up the résumé that had slipped from her portfolio.
His eyes narrowed.
“Finance.”
Y/N swallowed.
“Yes.”
A grin spread across Kokonoi’s face.
“Interesting.”
Ran chuckled.
“Well, that’s convenient.”
Rindou raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Haru simply stared at her, looking almost entertained.
Meanwhile, Manjiro remained silent.
Watching.
Observing.
Evaluating.
Like a predator deciding whether prey was worth chasing.
The realization sent chills down her spine.
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Hours later, she finally learned the truth.
Not from a confession.
Not from an introduction.
From fear.
The whispered conversation she’d accidentally overheard.
The mention of bodies.
Money laundering.
Political influence.
The prostitutes.
The trafficked women.
Entire districts controlled through violence.
One name repeated over and over.
Bonten.
The criminal organization every news station feared discussing.
The organization powerful enough to corrupt police, politicians, and corporations alike.
Y/N nearly stopped breathing.
She was trapped inside the headquarters of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan.
And they knew exactly who she was.
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The following weeks became a blur.
She wasn’t imprisoned, well not officially but every exit seemed watched and her every movement monitored.
Every attempt to leave somehow failed.
Yet the strangest part wasn’t the surveillance.
It was the attention.
Kokonoi constantly requested her opinion on financial reports while occasionally glancing at places that made her uncomfortable.
Ran found excuses to stop by her office just to talk.
Rindou rarely spoke, but somehow always appeared whenever she needed help.
Haru seemed endlessly fascinated by her reactions, teasing her whenever he had the opportunity.
Kakucho treated her with unexpected patience, quietly ensuring she stayed safe.
And Manjiro—
Manjiro simply watched.
Always watching.
Always noticing.
The finance reports she’d glanced at became requests for consultation.
Those consultations became meetings and those meetings became conversations.
Conversations became familiarity.
And familiarity became something far more dangerous.
Attachment.
Y/N hated it.
She hated how complicated it became.
Because beneath the violence, beneath the fear, beneath the crimes she could never excuse—
She saw humanity. Fragments of it.
The lonely moments.
The exhaustion hidden behind power.
The scars nobody discussed.
Especially in Manjiro.
The man who should have frightened her most.
The man who rarely smiled.
The man whose presence could silence an entire room.
Yet sometimes she caught him watching the city through massive office windows.
Looking strangely distant.
Alone.
As if even power couldn’t save him from something.
That was the beginning of her downfall.
Not fear but Curiosity.
Curiosity became understanding.
Understanding became connection.
And connection became impossible to ignore.
The deeper she became entangled with Bonten, the harder escape seemed.
Not because they physically stopped her but because every answer revealed another mystery.
Every mystery she discovered revealed another secret and each secret pulled her deeper into their world.
A world of betrayal.
Violence.
Money.
Power.
And obsession.
Soon enemies of Bonten began noticing her existence. Delivering her threats. Cars began following her. Anonymous messages appeared on her phone.
One night she narrowly escaped an attempted abduction by a rival organization.
After that, everything changed.
The line between protection and possession blurred.
The men who had once viewed her as an amusing accident suddenly treated every threat against her as a personal insult.
Kakucho personally oversaw her security. Rindou stopped letting her travel alone. Ran’s playful demeanor disappeared whenever danger was mentioned. Haru became openly hostile toward anyone he considered suspicious.
Kokonoi used every resource available to track down those responsible.
And Manjiro—
Manjiro’s anger was terrifying.
Because it wasn’t loud.
It was silent.
Cold.
Absolute.
And in a city ruled by fear, that made Y/N one of the most protected people in Tokyo.
It should have made her feel safe.
Instead it made her realize the terrifying truth.
She no longer stood outside Bonten’s world.
She was part of it.
And the deeper her feelings grew for the dangerous men at its center, the more impossible leaving became.
Because somewhere between fear and fascination—
Between danger and desire—
Between freedom and captivity—
She had fallen in love with the darkness staring back at her.
And the darkness had fallen for her too.
In Bonten’s world, that was far more dangerous than being an enemy.
Part 2?