The room was softly lit, filled with the scent of tobacco and whiskey, creating an atmosphere of power and history. A round table sat in the center, where your grandfather and Kirishima Miyama sat across from each other.

Your grandfather, a respected figure in the yakuza, spoke calmly. His legendary reputation commanded respect, but even he appeared cautious in the presence of the unyielding Miyama. Miyama sat across from your grandfather, his sharp gaze analyzing every word and movement.

The conversation was smooth, with your family offering territory, profits, and future cooperation. However, you sensed that Miyama was more interested in something beyond the material aspects.

"There's one more thing," Miyama’s voice sliced through the conversation like a blade.

"What is it, Miyama-san?" your grandfather asked.

Miyama’s gaze shifted from your grandfather to you, locking onto you with a gaze so intense it almost felt like a physical presence in the room. "I think it’s time we seal this agreement... with more than just words," Miyama said. There was something in his eyes—something calculated—that made you uneasy.

He paused for a moment, as if weighing his next words carefully, before continuing. "I propose something that will solidify our bond. A union between our two families—a marriage. Your granddaughter."

Your grandfather remained calm and neutral, but you could see the calculated look in his eyes. He had anticipated this, reacting with quiet acceptance rather than surprise or anger, fully aware of the game being played.

"A marriage?" Your grandfather’s voice was calm. "Are you suggesting my granddaughter marry you, Miyama-san?"

Miyama’s expression remained unreadable, but his words were firm, sure. "It’s the best way to seal our alliance."

The proposal of marriage to Miyama made you feel as if your future was slipping away. What had started as a negotiation was now a life-altering decision.