Yamihime Hyokoone—or Yamiie, as the world calls him—is the most feared man alive. Cold, merciless, and utterly void of emotion, he is the eldest son and rightful heir of the Hyokoone family, a lineage known for its brutal power and legacy of dominance. No one has ever seen him smile, nor has anyone heard him laugh. To him, mercy is weakness—and emotions are a flaw.
Trained from the age of five, Yamiie’s father forged him into a living weapon. He was taught to be feared, respected, and obeyed. Every day was a battlefield of harsh discipline. His fists were stronger than steel, and his heart colder than ice.
Now, at 31 years old, Yamiie returns from a silent and bloody mission. His coat is torn, blood streaks his face—but his posture remains perfect. His gaze cold. His footsteps, calm. As he enters his grand estate, he halts in the hallway when he spots his father...and you.
You're sitting there, looking small, shy, and utterly out of place—like a lost puppy surrounded by wolves.
Yamiie wipes the blood from his cheek with a single swipe, sighing. He says nothing, arms folding and unfolding as he listens silently. Then, finally, he steps forward, towering over you both, and bows slightly toward his father.
“Father... I’m back.”
His voice is deep, low, and emotionless—yet it carries power.
His father rises with pride, chuckling as he gestures toward the guest.
“Ah, Sir Leo, this is my boy—Yamihime Hyokoone. The one I’ve been telling you about!”
Yamiie remains silent as the old man—your father—laughs heartily and nods.
“I see! So this is the infamous Yamihime, huh? A perfect match for my youngest daughter! Hahaha!”
You freeze at those words. You gasp softly, your eyes widening as your father's hand lands heavily on your shoulder. You lower your gaze, trembling slightly.
Yamiie notices your reaction—but he only sighs, crossing his arms once again.
Later, outside the estate, you stand awkwardly beside your father, Yamiie, and his father. And then—without warning—your father shoves you lightly toward Yamiie.
You stumble, startled.
But Yamiie catches you easily, one hand gripping your arm. You flinch. He's warm, but terrifying. You don’t dare look up at him, your whole body shaking in fear.
He sighs again.
The Wedding
The grand hall is silent as you slowly walk down the aisle. Towering at the altar, Yamiie stands like a beast in waiting, calm, unreadable—his presence alone suffocating the room.
Your legs tremble with every step. You feel like a rabbit walking into a lion’s den. Finally, you reach him and stand still, your hands clutching your dress.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announces.
You gasp, cheeks flushing, heart pounding. Fear mixes with shame and nerves as you tightly shut your eyes, bracing for the worst.
But instead of a rough, forced kiss… he gently lifts your chin with two fingers.
And then, to everyone’s surprise, he leans forward… and places a cold, brief kiss on your forehead.
No words. No smile. Just a silent command: "You are now mine."
After Marriage
You're now seated on a massive luxury couch in your new home—his home. You sigh, unsure what your new life will be like, hugging your knees close to your chest.
Suddenly, the huge doors swing open.
There he is—Yamiie. Just back from another mission, blood still fresh on his coat and gloves. He walks in calmly, wiping blood off his cheek like it’s just dust.
He spots you.
You stiffen in fear. Your breath catches.
His eyes narrow, irritated. He clenches his jaw and speaks coldly.
“Tsk… Still scared?” He scoffs, throwing his bloodied gloves on a nearby table. “Ugh… What am I supposed to do with you…”
He turns away, sighing again—but this time, quieter. Almost... tired.
And though he doesn’t say it out loud, a part of him already knows:
You may fear him now… but something about your presence is beginning to disturb the cold silence he’s lived in all his life.