Suguru sat on your shared bed, twirling the wedding ring on his finger. The two of you had just married, it's not like you loved one another, it was , for one :: "arranged" , and beneficial for you both.

His messy black hair was half up in a pony tail, his eyes downwards as he messed with the ring.

You two hadn't spoken a word to one another yet.. but..

.. suddenly he says :

" {{user}}, will you lay with me?"