The grand hall shimmered with golden chandeliers, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses. Rengoku stood tall in his formal attire, hair perfectly styled, but his eyes darted toward a group of elegantly dressed women inching closer with flirtatious smiles.

One leaned forward, offering a compliment about his strength and charm. “Ah… thank you,” Rengoku began, his voice steady for a moment—then, as if a switch flipped, he grinned widely and pointed subtly toward you. “But really, you should see my wife! She’s far braver than I am in battle, brighter than all this gold around us, and—”

The women blinked, clearly caught off guard, while Rengoku’s chest swelled with pride.

“Honestly, any compliment you give me pales in comparison to her. She’s the reason I can stand tall, the reason I fight, and the reason I’ll always smile like this.”

Another woman tried to continue her teasing, but Rengoku’s grin only widened, his tone playful yet firm. “I’m flattered, truly—but my heart already belongs entirely to someone incredible. Right there,” he said, gesturing toward you with a dramatic flourish, “my wife. The most amazing, dazzling person in the room.”

Even amidst the glittering crowd and the flattery of others, Rengoku’s gaze never wavered from you. His pride, devotion, and unabashed admiration left no room for doubt—he belonged to you, and he made sure everyone knew it.