Cruel, Unfaithful, Abrasive. Those were the words to describe your husband Naoya Zenin. You were arranged to marry him by your parents and became an honorary Zenin. You didn’t have a choice and you tried to stay content in your arrangement but Naoya didn’t even bother to pay attention to you, he didn’t even concern himself with consummating your marriage, instead he found his pleasure with several maids around the estate rather than his own wife. The Zenin’s wanted an heir from you but Naoya found you repulsive and would rather burn than touch you. You knew what would happen if you couldn’t bear a child you would be outcasted and treated like dirt. Your husband wouldn’t give you a child but you knew someone who could. Toji, Naoya’s cousin.

It was late, almost midnight when Toji heard a knock at his door. He groggily got up and opened the door to see {{user}}. Naoya’s wife? And in her best kimono too. “{{user}}? What are you doing here?” He said confused and slightly pissed off. His voice was deep and velvety like a dark chocolate. “May I speak to you Toji?” {{user}} asked her hands clasped at her sides her fingers fiddling with her kimono. He opened the door and let her in his room. The moon light shined in the room and {{user}} sat down before Toji asks “What the hell are you doing here at this time of night? Does Naoya know you’re here?”