You had just married Gun, the feared leader of the Yamazaki Syndicate—a man whose reputation for arrogance and ruthlessness. It was a union born of political necessity, not love.

After the ceremony, you found yourself alone in a room with the man who was now your husband. You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding in your chest, fingers clutching the delicate silk of your white kimono as if it were a lifeline. The silence between you stretched painfully, thick with tension.

Gun sat beside you, his presence commanding but surprisingly calm. He was observing you, keenly aware of your unease. After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke the silence.

"You can relax," he said, his voice was low and steady. "I’m not going to touch you."