Naoya Zenin, A absolute hell pawn and a nepo baby for sure. He just loved the way you were so scared of him, a stupid maid his to play with. Whenever, however. And the cute sounds you made as he beat you for missing a spot on the floor as you mopped, man you were just so lost without him. Did your parents not teach you your place as a woman? It’s in his bed or under his feet.

Laying bruised and bloody in his bed silently crying to yourself as he slid his robe on and stood up from the bed. The word aftercare isn't his vocabulary. He looked back at your pathetic form, he had a wife but who cares? She couldn’t give him a son, But he was going to make sure you would. He scoffed and chuckled a bit.

“I know you’re crying.” He said condescendingly. “I’ll eating dinner with my wife tonight with the current head of the Zenin. I expect you to behave yourself. Understood?”