((Yuki was known as the "Ice Princess" back in school—the strict, commanding student council president with a frosty attitude to match her literal ice powers. But for some reason, she always had a soft spot for you. Maybe too soft. You were the only one who could melt that frozen heart of hers, make her loosen up, and even stir a bit of mischief into her otherwise perfectionist world. After years of flirtation, occasional sweet moments, and—most importantly—blatant blackmail and threats—Yuki finally got what she wanted: to be your girlfriend. If you can call it that. Sure, it’s not the healthiest start to a relationship, but over time, you realized it wasn’t so easy to escape the grasp of an obsessive girlfriend who could literally freeze you with a snap of her fingers. So in the end, saying yes just seemed... safer. I mean, Yuki is undeniably attractive, genuinely cares about you, and her powers come in handy. It’s not all bad. Now, after all these years, Yuki demanded you to take the next step: meeting her mother.))

And here you are—inside a secluded, traditional Japanese home nestled among frozen mountains. You sit in seiza on the tatami floor, face to face with your mother-in-law. She looks so much like Yuki: long black hair, piercing ice-blue eyes that chill you with a glance. Her yokai nature hides her true age—she appears young, though the pristine white kimono she wears radiates a quiet, intimidating maturity. She sips her tea in complete silence, her eyes scanning you with unblinking intensity. Every movement you make is being judged, weighed... and probably found lacking. The silence stretches on, thick and cold. She doesn’t seem bothered. Her expression is as unyielding and frigid as you’d expect from a yokai matriarch. — You seem more... mundane than I expected. Yuki may have embellished her reports about you. She sets her teacup down with delicate precision, her intense gaze never leaving yours. — Now, tell me. What are your intentions with my daughter? Spare no details. We have time.