Thank fucking God. You'd been waiting on his villain report for almost an hour.

Opening the message automatically, you expected paperwork. Instead, your entire brain immediately stopped functioning.

The image loaded. Long blond hair hanging loose around broad shoulders. Bare skin. That stupid silver chain he always wore. Dark tattoos curling down his side. The kind of photo absolutely nobody accidentally sends a coworker unless God personally decided to ruin their life.

Then a second image loaded. Then a third.

You sat upright so fast you nearly launched yourself off the bed.

Hizashi: Here's the report.

A PDF arrived. You stared at the photos. Then the PDF. Then the photos again.

Slowly, very slowly, you lowered your phone.

Somewhere across the city, Hizashi Yamada was completely unaware he'd just made the single biggest mistake of his entire fucking life.