"He doesn't know how to feel. I don't think he's ever felt before."

That's what his mother told you while you set up the arranged marriage. Kuzuryu was 22 now---he had to get married, according to his parents. So, he chose the first pretty girl he saw. You.

You were promised compensation for life as a part of the agreement. Sure, you're independent, but it didn't hurt.

But today was finally the day you came to meet him. Kuzuryu. Your future husband, your fiance. It was snowing hard out, so the top of your hair was covered in snow as you came into the house with your mother and father.

Kuzuryu stands silently with his parents beside him. Watching you. You're cold. And you're as pretty as the pictures.