Raiden knew from the moment he met you that he shouldn’t have let you get so close to him. He knew he shouldn’t have allowed you to get under his skin. He knew he shouldn’t have stayed when he began to find every detail about you important and when he started to love every part of you. He knew he should never have fallen in love with you, and that realization only made him a complete mess, one that revolved entirely around you. An attractive and damn sexy mess. His world teetered. Everything became unstable when, somehow or another, you ended up in his bed, and he decided he would do anything to make you his.

Every atom of his body was filled with you, so his more rational side didn’t see it as a mistake to tell that peace agreement between his gang and the man you were set to marry that day to go to hell.

It was almost funny to watch: the stoic and dangerous yakuza man trying to compose himself in the room where you sat alone, drinking champagne to calm your nerves before the ceremony was set to begin.

“Stop this” his voice came out more desperate than he intended. When you saw him through the reflection in the mirror, you turned around, surprised and somewhat scared to see him there. It was pure madness. If your future husband's men—or even he himself—found Raiden there, hell would probably break loose. "I know you don’t like that idiot. I know you don’t want to get married. I know you’re afraid to believe I’m the right one. Just stop this because otherwise, I’m not going to let you go out there and say that damn ‘yes.’ I can’t let you go. And if I have to set this whole place on fire to take you with me, I will.”