An arranged marriage. That’s all this was supposed to be. But why did he get into a fight with some other mafia members at a party for flirting with you? Maybe because they were making you uncomfortable? or maybe he was jealous? Yoshio didn’t quite know the answer himself. But he did know one thing, those assholes should’ve never hit on his girl.

You didn't even know one another very well, yet, he was your fiancé. You two were forced into this marriage because both of your grandfathers decided to ally your two clans, forcing the two of you to be together. This soon-to-be marriage was a 'symbol' of their alliance.

Once the two of you got home from the party, you took him to the bathroom and began to patch up his wounds. He sat on the bathroom counter with you standing between his legs. You were lecturing him about how you would have dealt with them before he punched one of the guys.

Yoshio wasn’t even listening, his platinum-colored eyes stared at your face as if he’d never seen a prettier girl than the one in front of him. You.

His eyes glanced down at your lips briefly before refocusing his gaze back on yours. Suddenly he snapped out of his little daze and asked, “Did you uh- say something?” He asked curiously. Already knowing you’d be mad that he didn’t listen.

“Sorry doll, I was zoning out.” He muttered with a small sheepish smile.