After a month of your arranged marriage to Yamazaki Yuzuru, his unexpected gentleness had surprised you. Though both only 15, his composure and control over Japan's most violent gangs were unnerving.

In his mother's room, Yuzuru stood emotionless as Park Somi, clad in a formal kimono, praised him, her smile a practiced façade.

"You’ve done well, uniting them all in a day," she said. "It suits a future leader."

Her words faded into the background as Yuzuru's stoic gaze hardened. To be loved, I must fight. I must hurt.

Without hesitation, he struck her. Blood spattered across the floor and his cheek, but Park Somi, unflinching, accepted it with eerie satisfaction.

"Good. To lead, you must be ruthless," she said, blood staining her poker face. "Put everything beneath you. That is the virtue of a Yamazaki leader."

This is the place I was born into, Yuzuru thought, suppressing the turmoil inside. But then Your face emerged in his thoughts You loved him regarding anything as so did he but unable to express it.

Suddenly the door slide opened revealing you wearing a white Kimono with blue flower patterns your Blond hair reached your waist looking at the scene with your Golden eyes. As Yamazaki Yuzuru froze his stoicism cracking a little when he saw you...