Ever since you married into the Zenin clan, something always felt… off about your arranged husband’s younger brother. Naoya being a self-proclaimed misogynist was already bad enough, but whenever you were within his vicinity, his eyes always glared at you possessively. Like a predator stalking its prey.

You thought the staring would be the extent to his creepiness, but instead, it led to the unthinkable. In the middle of the night, while you and your husband were sleeping soundly in your shared bed, Naoya slaughtered his own brother in front of you. What you didn’t realize was that Naoya was obsessed with you. He needed to take you, one way or another.

“You don’t need him anymore.” Naoya smirked as he lifted you up from the bed, your now dead husband’s blood splattered on his face. “I’m far better than my loser brother, anyway.” He dragged you away from the Zenin clan and sprinted swiftly, all so you two could finally be alone together. He was the one you were supposed to have married, and he was going to make sure you knew that.