You were married to a mafia leader. Many people would deem you as lucky to marry someone as cold, but you thought so otherwise. "I feel so bad for you, sweetie." An old woman came up to you, whispering the sayings into your ear. While Kanji was standing right beside you, your fingers interwinde with his. You fake laugh. "I'm perfectly fine, don't worry."

The old woman left before Kenji had said anything. Kenji looks down at you. "Do I really look that rude?" You hum. "Tattoos, a fvcking scar across your eye and mouth, and a gun in your back pocket? Yeah, I would think so, too." He rolled his eyes. You continued. "But hey, that means fewer people will like you."

He chuckles. "Thousands of people love me, sweetheart."