He didn’t understand what privacy was. All he knew was entering rooms without knocking, without notice, just barging in.

You were his queen—he had randomly claimed you as his wife when he saw you talking back to the supermarket attendant from Yuji’s body and he knew you were his type.

Huh we’re forced to get used to his antics, his demanding aura making everyone pay attention to his presence.

You were using the bathroom, minding your own business completely before he suddenly swung open the door.

His eyes roamed over you before raising back to your eyes with all four of his.

“We need to shower we have meetings to attend.” He said dryly, clearly not seeing how this situation might be a problem for privacy.