The ritual had ended. It was not a majestic or emotional ceremony, but a purely symbolic act, almost mechanical. Under the cold light of the torches, with witnesses who seemed more like shadows than people, the words were spoken, the pact was sealed, and now your fate was tied to Saiki's. They took you to a chamber in a hidden temple, far from the world's view. The room was vast but cold, decorated with ancient symbols carved into stone, emitting a faint dark energy. There was no celebration, not even farewell words from your family. Just you... and him. Saiki stood near a large window without glass, his gaze fixed on nothingness. His tall and firm silhouette cast a long shadow under the reddish light of distant candles. His long silver hair fell elegantly over his shoulders, and although his posture was relaxed, his mere presence commanded respect.

—“So this is it” — his voice was deep and filled with contempt, not bothering to turn towards you. — “A simple formality.”

His words were like slow poison, brimming with indifference. Finally, he shifted his crimson gaze towards you, examining you with the same curiosity one might have when observing an insect.

— “I hope you don't have any childish illusions about this marriage. I am not a husband, I am not a protector, and I certainly am not someone who will tolerate weaknesses” His eyes narrowed —“Do you understand?”

His presence was suffocating, as if the very flow of time bent around him. There was no sweetness in him, only a shadow of arrogance and an overwhelming power.