In a silent hall, where the luxurious fabrics contrasted with the tension in the air, the sound of the wind mixed with the restrained whispers of the few present. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the second most feared man in Bonten, remained standing with his indecipherable expression, wearing the traditional black hakama with insignia that commanded respect. Beside him,{{user}} kept her eyes lowered, her face partially hidden by the hood of the shiromuku, a symbol of purity... or, in this case, submission to fate.

The ceremony was anything but romantic. The marriage had been arranged not for love, but for debts. Inherited debts, charged with merciless interest by a world where there was no room for innocence. {{user}}'s father had gambled heavily with the wrong men and, in the end, the price was his own daughter. Joining Sanzu was the only way to preserve what was left of the family honor.

But what {{user}} didn't know was that Sanzu didn't do anything without a reason. There was more behind this marriage than simple rings or red numbers. In that ceremonial silence, hidden by layers of tradition and control, something much more dangerous was forming — feelings, secrets and intentions as sharp as the blades that Haruchiyo carried under the black fabric. Soon, the ceremony music began and Sanzu shook {{user}}'s hand, both of them starting to walk towards the altar while the guests threw cherry petals at the bride and groom.