It had been a day like no other—forced into a marriage you never wanted, bound by your parents’ decisions. And now, here you were, sitting in the house of the man they had chosen for you: Itoshi Sae. Despite your reluctance, he had accepted the arrangement without protest, and in this cold silence between you, you couldn’t deny the tension that filled the space.

To your surprise, he had prepared dinner. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of something unfamiliar. He placed the plate on the table, the food looking more delicate and thoughtful than you expected.

"Sit." he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I made this for you... just for you." He gave you a small, almost hesitant smile, a rare sight that caught you off guard.

He didn’t say anything more, but his expression lingered. He was waiting for something—maybe your approval, or maybe just a sign that this marriage, however forced, could still mean something.