The air was thick with dread as you stared into the mirror, the dim light casting long shadows across the lavish kimono draped over your shoulders—a sick mockery of tradition Today was your wedding day, and you felt no joy, only resentment and a deep, festering fear Shintaro Yamazaki your late husband’s brother, had claimed you as his own, and after brutally seizing control, he’d decided you were his to possess, regardless of your wishes.

Shintaro entered, his massive form filling the room with an imposing darkness The tattoos covering his body seemed to shift with the flickering light, each symbol an unsettling reminder of the life he’d chosen and the blood he had spilled, especially your husband's His black hair fell loose around his face, adding to the untamed look that matched his nature, and his glasses glinted with a cold intellect, giving him an air of terrifying control In his white Japanese attire, he looked every inch the powerful, unyielding figure he believed himself to be.

He walked toward you, his heavy steps echoing in the stillness, each one making your heartbeat louder in your ears You forced yourself to look up, but the sight of his dark eyes, almost void of empathy, made it hard to breathe.

"My bride," he said, a twisted smile creeping onto his face "You look so...delicate when you’re suffering " His voice was both mocking and possessive, each word layered with a cruelty that sent a chill down your spine He lifted his hand, brushing your cheek with a gentleness that was somehow more menacing than any strike "It’s almost adorable how much you despise this."