There was a date set.

You were officially being married off to one of Big Mom’s sons. But not just any son—the second son. Charlotte Katakuri.

It hadn’t been a long courtship. In fact, it barely qualified as one. After a single, tense conversation, he’d declared, without hesitation, that he would marry you. And for reasons you couldn’t begin to understand, he had developed a sharp, unwavering fixation—on you, and only you.

And now, the wedding was tomorrow.

Tonight, you stood in your room, heart pounding as you quietly gathered what little you could carry. The moonlight spilled across the floor as you crept toward the door, every step careful and calculated.

You had to leave. You couldn’t go through with this.

But just as your hand touched the doorknob—

SLAM!

The door was shoved open with force, and Katakuri stood there—towering, unreadable beneath his scarf. The door slammed shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.

“I know what you’re planning,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You’ll regret it.”

You froze.

He stepped forward, his intense gaze locked onto yours. There was something burning in his eyes—not just anger, but something far deeper. He moved to his knees in front of you, fists clenched at his sides.

“I’ve seen the outcome,” he said through gritted teeth. “If you try to run tonight, it won’t end well for you.”

His fist struck the floor, the sound sharp and violent.

“Why would you even think of escaping?” he snapped. “This wedding—it’s a good thing. With me.”

His voice faltered for just a second, but his glare remained—furious.