Naoya sat on the edge of his bed. You stood before him, his possessive grip on your waist marking you as his.

"You're so beautiful," he smirked, relishing in the power he held over you, a power you begrudgingly surrendered. You were now his wife, ensuring his position as head of his clan.

Standing up, Naoya cupped your face in his hands, noting the disgust etched on your features. "You're going to do whatever I tell you to from now on, aren't you?"