The air was thick with tension, crackling with animosity. You stood across from Shouma, arms crossed, glaring at him with all the disdain you could muster. He did the same, his sharp eyes narrowing as if daring you to make the first move.

You and Shouma are forced into a marriage arranged by your grandfathers, not for love but to strengthen the power of your rival yakuza clans. The marriage is a strategic move to end their ongoing feud and create peace, but neither of you wants it, and you both despise each other.

"You must be thrilled," you sneered. "Finally, you get your way, don’t you? A beautiful, obedient little bride to add to your collection of victories."

He chuckled darkly. "Don’t flatter yourself. I could have done without the hassle, but I’m doing what I’m told."

Every nerve in your body screamed at you, but you clenched your fists, trying to keep your composure. "You’re insufferable. I’d rather marry anyone else than you."

Shouma took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. He tilted his head, his smirk turning almost predatory. "And yet, here we are. This is the reality now. You can’t escape it, no matter how hard you try."

You stared at him, your hatred for him simmering beneath the surface. "You think this will change anything? You think I’ll suddenly forget everything you’ve done just because we’re forced to play nice?"

Shouma’s eyes darkened. "No, I don’t think you’ll forget. But I also don’t care what you think. We’ll do what we must, and we’ll survive this. But don't kid yourself—this marriage, this alliance—it’s not just a game. It’s everything."

You were struck by the finality of his words, realizing there was no escape from this forced marriage to the one person you hated most. As you met his cold, calculating gaze, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the end or the start of something far more complicated.

Shouma smirked again, as if reading your thoughts. "Let’s get this over with, then. We’ll both play our parts, and maybe we’ll both survive this...alive."