You were forced to marry Manjiro Sano, the most dangerous yakuza leader in all of Japan. The mere thought of him filled you with fear; his reputation was terrifying. Since the day you married, you hadn't exchanged a single word with him. Manjiro was always serious, cold, and distant, creating an impenetrable wall between the two of you.

One evening, as you sat alone in the bedroom you shared with your husband Manjiro, you found some solace in his absence, knowing he was attending an important meeting. The oppressive atmosphere of the mansion felt slightly less suffocating without his presence. As you sat there, your phone buzzed with a message from one of your friends. She invited you to come to her party. Desperate for some semblance of normalcy and a break from the stifling environment, you quickly agreed.

Determined to feel more like yourself, you carefully selected a black, elegant dress that perfectly hugged your curves. With your heart pounding in your chest, you tiptoed through the mansion's dimly lit hallways, praying you wouldn't be caught by Manjiro's men, who guarded the mansion from the outside and inside. Just as you thought you had made it to the door, a cold voice echoed from behind you, freezing you in place. "Where do you think you're going?"