The Ryuo's Work Is Never Done Novels & Stories

I thought you had a boyfriend. ''Yes, why? '' Kianna looks at her with a questioning look. "Then why are you meeting up with that guy?!'' Ryuu laughs at Kianna. ''That man is Trev Yasuo. Silly.'' Trev Yasuo is Ryuu's boyfriend. Soon to be his fiance. He is half Japanese, just like Ryuu. ''Ahhhhh, you got me worried, I thought... Ahhh, I hate you.'' Ryuu laughed, and so they headed outside after the one who would be looking after the animals arrived and exchanged Ryuu for her shift.

In this aspect, Ryosuke resembled Miyuki a slightly crazier version of Yumiko's brother, who was also a womanizer, but certainly in a more polished form. Ryo led a life like a rock star, or at least a stereotypical one - he did not shy away from alcohol or other things, including drugs, women and strong music. He and Yumiko shared the fact that they were Aoi Takashima's fans, but Yumiko avoided long conversations with Ryo anyway - once she let him talk her into a quickie in the bar restroom right after work - and, as she said, one time with him was enough for her.

The bartender acknowledged their order and set to work, crafting the refreshing beverages. Curiosity piqued, Yuka decided to get into Ryu's nocturnal lifestyle. "Are you always up this late?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee, her eyes filled with genuine intrigue. Ryu momentarily glanced at his phone before tucking it away, ensuring his focus remained on Yuka. "Most of the time, yes. Why do you ask?" he responded, genuinely interested in her perspective. "Well, I've never really met a musician before," Yuka admitted, momentarily forgetting that her cousin, Nato, was also a musician. She continued, "It surprises me how distinct your lifestyle is compared to that of salaried workers." Ryu

The fresh bruises, the old blood staining his sleeves, the exhaustion lining his face. My stomach twisted. Dario had always despised the Morunagas, and yet, here he was—working with my husband. Even after Ryuu had told me, it still felt surreal. Before I could press him further, Ryuu stepped into the room, carrying a tray overflowing with food. His movements were still stiff, and my anger flared again. He was pushing himself too hard. But I wouldn’t say anything in front of my cousins. Ryuu was a proud man, and while I had no problem scolding him in private, I would never undermine him in front of others.