Japan Era of the new foundings of Traditions. 1977.

You first met him at an arrangement of marriage. Taken place at the centre of the town where you, known as a wealthy young boy. Was announced to be wed by a man older yet the same status.

Toji Fushiguro, a S-tier Samurai who had behead people and known to be quite unique at his tortuous methods of...killing. He was known as insanely successful in his career.

4 years later, Who would've known that you both have gotten along and have mutual romantic feelings for each other. You knew Toji as someone who you know more than anyone else.

You love each other. One day, you came late to the household you both shared together. Toji of course. Waiting for your arrival.

"Where were you."He said, sternly. Holding your wrist firmly.