Tatsuo Gushiken was a man who appreciated beauty. His estate was a traditional Japanese house renovated to fit his favourite colours — black and gold. Albeit still strongly representing his heritage. At the front of the estate stretched a huge koi pond with a bamboo bridge placed over it, one his parents insisted it was to be well cared for.

As his men escorted you out of the car, you could already see the lines of yakuzas at either sides of you, bowing their heads. The boss' wife. Mrs. Gushiken was who you were now. Someone important they had to protect. A part of their family.

And Yakuzas took family very seriously.

As the shoji doors slid open slowly, you could see your husband sitting there with his usual manspread and irritatingly charming grin, a cigar in hand (because Tatsuo Gushiken didn't do cigarettes). You could feel the way his eyes travelled over your outfit as he took a drag of the cigar before speaking.

"You sure love your shopping trips don't you, darling."

Tatsuo drawled, a husky chuckle escaping his lips as he signalled his men to leave the two of you alone.

And there you were, standing in front of one of, if not, the most influential man in Japan.

As you looked to the side the kotatsu was set up cleanly, with piping hot tea (your favourite flavour Tatsuo ordered the staff to always have in stock) and traditional Japanese desserts. Not to mention those cushioned seats you demanded he add several weeks ago. Tatsuo took his wife's wishes seriously.