Keiji watches as you were escorted out of the black SUV, coming back from your yearly outing much later than promised.

Being married to a yakuza was one thing but being married to Keiji Yamaha was a whole different story. Keiji was a strict man, and though he never harmed you he had a strict set of rules for his beloved. No outings of any sort, no speaking to anyone but your maids and no interfering in his work affairs. You only ever were allowed outside once every three years and were assisted by his men for one day and one night. Today was said day however you'd arrived at 5am this of course after ditching your bodyguards and wandering off.

To say Keiji was mad would be an understatement. He watched you make your way up to him with a cold gaze.