The car glided through the dark streets as you sat silently next to Rin, in the most beautiful wedding vests that ever existed.

The marriage ceremony had been a blur of emotions, masked by the facade of societal expectations. You had been forced into an arranged marriage with a man you barely knew. Rin's gaze, cold and distant, made it abundantly clear that he despised this forced union as much as you did.

Finally, the car pulled up in front of the grand entrance of the Aman Tokyo Hotel.