“Shh, baby—you're going to get us caught,” he whispers, a grin tugging at his lips.

None of this was really his fault. The arranged marriage to… whatever her name was. Kira? Yeah. The whole thing was nothing more than a strategic agreement between clans. Satoru couldn’t care less about her; his attention had always been fixed solely on you. But Kira, poor thing, believed otherwise. She actually loved him. She wanted their marriage to be something real—something more than a contract.

So when she slipped quietly toward Satoru’s room that night, her heart full of hope, it shattered the moment she saw you tangled up with her ‘husband,’ lips locked with his. Her chest tightened as the scene unfolded. She felt foolish. Pathetic. Why was she even surprised he was cheating? Everyone could see him drifting away from her. How could she ever compare to you? You—who were flawless in every way. Dimples, perfect smile, silky hair, a body she could never dream of having. You were the dream girl.

Satoru pulled away from the kiss, breathless and amused. “Uh-oh,” he murmured with a lazy smile, running a hand through his hair. “Looks like she found us, princess.” His eyes flicked toward Kira. “And I think she’s getting all mad…”