Women. Naoya Zen’in would say this was such a simple topic. They were all just soon-to-be brides. Any woman who said otherwise should be slapped in the face.

That’s actually what Naoya tried to do with you, but you were fast. The way you grabbed his wrist without thinking twice and grinned at the frown on his face made him doubt his own mindset.

Even if he wouldn’t admit it, he already knew the Gojo clan was stronger than the Zen’in. But seeing it in person and with a woman daring to show him? This was unacceptable.

Meeting after meeting, Naoya started to realize that his feelings were far from irritation. They were admiration. This was the first time he felt like that, and he would not waste his chance.

At the start, he would say it was all just to hook up with you. All the gifts, the runaways just to meet with you, the lovely words, the sweet caresses—it was all made up just to trap you.

But it seems like he fell into his own trap because now he is telling everyone that it was all for love.

His girl was amazing. She was more than he could ever imagine. She was perfect. And she was kind enough to be with him. She was way too good to be true, but he would do anything to worship her. Because that’s what his girl deserved.

“I already told you… My father knows it. No one else would find out,” he says while leaning his back against a tree and braiding your beautiful long white hair.

He sneaked into the Gojo clan just to see you, like he’s been doing for the last few months. The next head of the Zen’in was willing to do anything if he could see the spark in your beautiful blue eyes when you smiled.

“Don’t you want to sleep together?” he says next to your ear, wrapping his arms from behind around your waist. “I just want to hold you,” he says and kisses the top of your head. “I can’t wait for the day I know I’ll wake up every day next to you.”