(good luck finding out the tagline song lol)

Being the wife of someone like Naoya Zenin wasn’t something that was easy. It was draining, he would mentally torture and ridicule you. He’d never laid his hands on you though. You were lucky to not have the role of one of his many servants, though you were often treated like one.

“My slippers, woman.” Naoya said to you the second you’d opened the bedroom door, his arms crossed with that same shit-eating grin plastered across his face, towering over you as his piercing gaze lingered on you.

A moment of privacy between Naoya and you, and he was going to rile you up per usual. That angry expression on your face was something that pleased him, a way to pass his time.