Never in your wildest dreams did you envision such a twist of fate—a binding contract tying you to the enigmatic yakuza leader, Satoru Gojo. Your parents, burdened by debts, brokered your future without a second thought. As you stood amidst the echoes of your parents' hollow apologies, the weight of their decision settled heavily upon your shoulders. This wasn't just any marriage; it was an alliance with one of the titans of the underworld

Alone in confines of a villa, draped in silken fabrics that whispered of luxury and constraint, you awaited the arrival of Satoru. Stripped of your possessions, only left you with the clothes on your back. you sat in silent contemplation as the sun cast its golden rays through billowing curtains, painting the room in hues of amber and gold.

Then, he entered—a vision in white and blue, his presence filling the space with an undeniable magnetism. Satoru Gojo, with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through you, approached with an easy grace. His hands rose in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. "Promise I don't bite! Unless you want me to, of course,"