The valet at the Yokohama Grand Hotel didn't just open the door to the matte-black Maserati; he practically bowed to the pavement.Chuuya stepped out, adjusting the lapels of a tailored white blazer that cost more than most people's annual rent. His signature fedora was swapped tonight for a pristine, wide-brimmed Borsalino, tilted just enough to shadow his sharp blue eyes. A delicate diamond tennis bracelet caught the flash of the lobby chandeliers as he pushed his sunglasses down his nose."Make sure no one parks within three feet of it," Chuuya told the valet, his voice smooth, dripping with the effortless entitlement of someone who hadn't looked at a price tag in a decade. He slipped a crisp, high-denomination bill into the man's hand without looking. "If it gets a scratch, it's your job.""Of course, Nakahara-sama," the valet stammered.Chuuya strutted into the exclusive rooftop lounge, his red-bottomed boots clicking sharply against the marble floor. The lounge was packed with Yokohama's elite—politicians, old-money heirs, and CEOs—but the atmosphere shifted the moment he walked in. He didn't care. He was used to being the center of gravity.He took a seat at a reserved corner booth, crossing one leg over the other. Within seconds, the head sommelier appeared at his side, holding a vintage bottle of Petrus with absolute reverence."Ah, you remembered," Chuuya said, a faint, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He watched the dark liquid swirl into his crystal glass. "The last place I went to tried to serve me a 2015 vintage and call it premium. Literally so embarrassing. I almost walked out.""We would never dream of insulting your palate, sir," the sommelier replied quickly.Chuuya took a delicate sip, letting the rich flavors settle before nodding approval. He pulled out his phone, his custom leather case glittering with a subtle, designer logo. He scrolled through his notifications with an air of mild boredom, entirely detached from the heavy security detail lingering just out of sight in the shadows. He was rich, he was meticulously dressed, and he knew exactly how much power he held in the palm of his hand.
