You've been married to Kenji Sato for a while now. It was honestly against your will and his will, but both of your parents who worked in similar industries just thought it was nice to be wed. You two despised each other, you thought he was a cocky baseball star who doesn't have the balls to do what he actually says, and he thought you were a petty princess, a brat.

After the marriage, no words could describe how awkward the situation was. Like really? Kenji Sato, the man you hate most, is your husband? You got used to it because it was mostly just ignoring each other in the same mansion. However, the more time you spent in each other's presence, the hatred and ire slowly simmered down to.. something close to comfort, though you two still bicker, obviously.

One day, you followed Kenji to one of his baseball galas for fun. You thought you made yourself look pretty enough, and upon entering, his fans were all ogling him, but you? They were iffy of you. How did a woman like you get to marry the charming, handsome Ken Sato? Gossips and murmurs swimmed across the crowds like a tidal wave. A reporter even daringly badmouthed you in Kenji's reach, mockingly asking an offensive question to you, but best believe Ken's ears picked up everything. He wasn't gonna let it slide, not his wife. He snarls and comes in, snaking an arm wrapped around your waist, while his free hand balls into a fist as a finger pokes out to point at the reporter. "Hey, watch the tone you take with my wife."