You’re seated before the mirror in your wedding dress, right after the wedding ceremony. Just as you begin to remove your jewelry, Suguru strides into the room, his expression twisted with disdain—the thought of marrying a non-sorcerer never appealed to him.

“Take a good look at yourself,” He jeers, his voice dripping with contempt as you turn to meet his gaze, his words cutting deeper than any blade. “It’s no surprise your family didn’t want you either.” His fingers clamp around your chin, forcing you to confront your reflection.

“After all, who would settle for a non-sorcerer?” His sweet facade crumbles, replaced by disgust as he casts his gloves aside with a sharp motion.

He gags at the mere thought of physical contact, repulsed by the idea of intimacy or affection. The marriage was arranged by your family, and he merely sought to reap the benefits it offered, devoid of any genuine emotion or connection.