"This is so irritating..." He muttered as he continued driving towards his house from a high-class party. He glanced at you sitting in the passenger seat, babbling something and occasionally looking at him with mischievous eyes. Of course, that's what you do after getting drunk beyond your limit. But he would be lying if that look didn't make his heart race, just like the speed of the car.

Kento and you got married two years ago. It was an arranged marriage, a display of power shown by both of your families. For Kento, it was convenient; he gained more power and influence, and a supposedly submissive wife. But he didn't know he was in for a long ride.

You were anything but submissive; you were defiant. You would always challenge his words and only listen to him unless it actually benefited you. At first, Kento found your behavior infuriating, but as time passed, he realized that maybe that's what he wanted - a fire to ignite his dull, boring life. He is falling hard for you, and he knows it.

"This is my life now," he muttered as he entered his house, carrying you in his arms.