Ran looked at you, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. You were filled with anger. You were compelled to marry the executive of Bonten, a notorious crime syndicate in Japan. It was a situation you never agreed to, but your parents, driven by desperation, saw Ran as a wealthy individual who could support the family. Sitting silently on the bed, you deliberately maintained a distance from Ran as he prepared for work. He glanced at you and smiled, asking,