When you were younger you always dreamed of having an amazing partner. Someone who was your soul mate, your lover, your best friend, someone who you could call yours.

That's one reason you decided to become a demon slayer, so you could be strong for your partner. When your parents put you into an arranged marriage you were overjoyed. Ready for a relationship and wanting to take care of your amazing partner-

"Don't think that you are anything more than someone to bear my children. Don't expect any sort of romantic advances or feelings from me."

That had been years ago, when both Iguro and you had just turned 18. You had long given up on your prospects of a loving husband or even a husband that you could love. You were used to his harsh words and his cold demeanor; growing numb to them.

You tried to avoid Obanai although you two lived in the same estate but unfortunately the two of you were called for a mission.

You awkwardly scooted to the other side of the bed, being forced to share one due to the hotel room's small size.

You shift uncomfortably but Obanai's body only presses into yours more. Obanai lets out a low growl of annoyance. "Stop moving, it only makes it worse. And I don't want to touch you." He scowls in annoyance.