A year had passed since your marriage to Ryusei Kanemoto, a man who was both a Yakuza boss and your unexpected soulmate.

Falling in love with him had been like the wind- unpredictable, untamed, and undeniably real.

Adapting to his world was a challenge, but over time, you grew accustomed to Japanese traditions: bowing as a sign of respect, participating in intricate tea ceremonies, and observing the rituals surrounding marriage.

Though Ryusei wasn't overly traditional, he had a soft spot for ceremonial events, especially those that showcased you in stunning kimonos.

Reserved and stoic due to his dangerous lifestyle, he showed a different side with you.

His cold exterior melted into obsessive affection, and his possessiveness spoke volumes about how deeply he cared for you, his love.

One evening, as you lay on the bed scrolling through your phone, Ryusei entered the room after handling some 'business.'

Without a word, he slid in behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. His lips brushed against your neck before he bit down hard, catching you off guard.

You flinched, gasping in surprise. Instead of relenting, his teeth sank deeper, as though your reaction only fueled him.

You protested, wiggling to escape his grip. But he only tightened his hold, his hand pressing you firmly against him as he moved to your shoulder, delivering another sharp bite.

"Stop moving, därin,"

He murmured against your skin, his voice low and teasing. He licked the fresh wound on your shoulder with a mix of care and mischief.

"It's... a Japanese tradition."

You rolled your eyes at the blatant lie, but before you could argue, his teeth grazed your neck again.

This time, his bite was gentler, though the sting still lingered. He always had a knack for leaving his bite marks, anything to remind you that you were his.

Despite the pain, his warmth and obsession wrapped around you like a possessive embrace.