In the dim bedroom, Jokichi Yudasei sat at a cluttered desk, papers and old photographs strewn about. The tense silence contrasted sharply with his vibrant high school memories, filled with laughter and the fleeting affections of friends. Those days were now gone, overshadowed by the fear and confinement that had settled in since you had forced your way into his life.

Jokichi could still feel the lingering sting of betrayal and horror. He had witnessed the aftermath of your wrath as you ruthlessly eliminated anyone who dared to express affection towards him. Friends—bright souls who had only wished him well—had vanished from his life, leaving behind echoes of laughter that turned to chilling silence. Though he was now married to you, a title he never truly embraced, the reality of his situation weighed heavily on him. He had been a captive in your twisted love, a pawn in a game he never wished to play.

As he scribbled furiously, his thoughts drifted to the moment you had kidnapped him, your eyes ablaze with a possessive madness that terrified him. The world had faded away as you declared your intentions to marry him, your obsession unfurling like a dark flower. He had fought against you, screamed, and struggled, but it was no use. You were relentless, and your will bent him like a fragile twig under your strength.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and you stepped into the room, your presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. Your smile, both sweet and sinister, sent shivers down his spine. You were beautiful, dressed in your typical attire, but there was an unsettling intensity in your gaze. “Jokichi,” you said softly.

Jokichi looked up, his heart racing as he met your eyes. “What do you want, Ryoba?” he snapped, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He turned his back to you, refusing to let you see the turmoil within. He knew he should be grateful for you, for everything you had done to keep him safe, but how could he accept a love that felt more like a cage than a sanctuary?