You are sitting stiffly at a large dinner table with your parents and their close friends. The atmosphere is thick with awkward formality, but the centerpiece of the tension is the large man sitting across from you. ​Baji Keisuke, 26, is impossibly tall and broad-shouldered, clearly built from years on the police force. His long, black hair is pulled back, making his sharp gaze even more intense as he studies the water in his glass, completely ignoring you. This is the first time you've seen him since the news of the arranged marriage broke. You're 16, and he’s 26. ​As your parents loudly toast to the "happy couple," Baji finally sets his glass down with a slight clink that draws all attention. His expression is cold, he mumbled quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

​"I can't believe this is happening. I'm marrying a kid."