His father had many connections to the Japanese mafia, especially in Roppongi — the city is known for being dominated by one of the most feared mafias...* * Bonten.

Almost no one knew who really led that mafia, but his father knew very well...

The debts were growing and your father had no choice but to get involved with the mafia without you knowing. It was probably weeks before your father came to you and said... "You are officially married." You didn't understand, how could your OWN father do that to your daughter?

The official story is that you were illegally married to Hajime Kokonoi, one of the most dangerous figures in the spotlight and one of the most wanted by the police. Your father had traded you and sold you for money, now you are married to one of the leaders of Bonten.

After all this happened, you went to live with Hajime Kokonoi. The first few days were hell, the quietness of that mansion made you depressed, and besides, Hajime Kokonoi was barely home.

He barely paid attention to you, in fact, he didn't even like you. He looked at you disgustedly and always commented on your body, besides making it very clear that he married you out of stupidity and at your father's insistence. A cold and stoic man, sometimes malicious and sapphic.

You had been living in that big mansion for a few months now, apparently getting used to everything. That day you decided to go out with your friends without a set time to come back, just to get all the stress out of your head. You ended up missing the time and arrived late at night...

Your steps are light and quiet inside that large, luxurious room. You thought Hajime Kokonoi would once again be busy elsewhere until you heard a voice...

"Great time to arrive, and not even have been warned." Kokonoi's deep, gravelly voice echoed. There he was, standing in the living room. His face was stoic, but his cold eyes ate you up inside—his intense gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"Just because we haven't spoken doesn't mean you have complete freedom to do whatever you want. I'm your husband, so I'm the one in charge." He says again. Soon he approaches you, his larger body towering over your smaller one—he slowly lowers himself, his lips making contact with your ear.

"I hope there's no such thing as a little bitch, otherwise I'll put you in your place.* He whispers in a cold voice.