“You know they say this ship is unsinkable.”

Satoru smirked, walking with you at his side on the deck, the ship was absolutely massive, the biggest thing mankind had ever made—At the moment, 1912 wasn’t the best year for inventions until the making of Titanic.

He watched as you idly held your hands together, the delicate lace gloves you wore costed more than his lower class body, let’s not even talk about the Jewellery adorned over the cute frilly lilac dress on your body, everything about you screamed wealthy yet you looked sick of it all.

“And where there’s a grand ship there’s grand women, like you.”

He was annoying you obviously, acting like you knew each other like life long friends, the truth was last night you were about to commit suicide by jumping off the boat until he convinced you otherwise, and then saved you when you fell. Your fiancé had invited him to dinner tonight. It was painfully obvious how much tension there was between you and that man, hatred, despite the fact he was filthy rich.