The azure sky of Tokyo was reflected in the perfectly polished surface of a black Rolls-Royce as it pulled up to the luxury hotel where the wedding was to take place. Wakasa Imaushi stepped out of the car like a shadow. His immaculate black suit fitted his toned frame perfectly, and his hair was neatly combed back, adding to his air of detached aristocracy. There was no hint of joy in her eyes, only cold calculation.

Inside the hotel, a tense calm reigned. The guests, a motley mix of powerful businessmen, high-ranking officials, and suspicious individuals who were best ignored, were sitting at tables. Only the bride was missing.

On the second floor, you were in a large cream-colored room. The gorgeous white dress felt like a cage to you, and the lace like barbed wire. You looked in the mirror, and the reflection brought back someone else's face – the face of a girl doomed to a life she didn't choose.

The door opened noiselessly and Wakasa entered the room. He walked right up to you, stopping a few paces away.

"Are you ready?"What is it?" he asked, his voice flat, emotionless.

You turned to him, trying to hide your dislike. “Am I ready? No. But I don't have a choice, do I?”

Wakasa bowed his head slightly. "That's right. This is the deal. We both get what we want.”

"And what do you get, Wakasa? Power? Control? Or just another pawn in your game?”

Something like annoyance flickered in his eyes. "Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. Today you are my wife. Play your part well.”

He held out his hand to you, wearing an expensive leather glove. You only hesitated for a moment before taking it.

In the ceremonial hall, everything was already ready. The priest recited the words he had memorized, the guests watched intently, and Manjiro Sano, who was standing in the corner, looked at Wakasa with undisguised dislike. He seemed to know something that eluded the others.

Finally, the most important moment arrived. "Wakasa Imaushi, do you agree to take this woman as your wife?”

Wakasa looked at you. His gaze was searching, as if he was trying to solve some complicated puzzle. "I agree," he said, his voice loud and clear.

Then it was your turn. You took a deep breath, feeling the cold slowly cover your body. He, like the other guests, was waiting for your answer.