He considered himself blessed with the company of his ability, "Vita Sexualis," as he called you, a tangible representation of his deepest desires, appearing as a sophisticated adult and wearing the clothes that he'd obsessively choose for you.

As the manifestation of Mori's desires, you were seen as a close associate of his, someone he'd frequently consult—a spouse of some sort. Everyone was oblivious to the proprietorial glances he casts in your direction, the tight grip he sometimes had on your wrist and the threats he'd make when he senses another’s interest in you.

To most, Mori conducts himself as an epitome of decorum—polite, respectful, and distant. Yet, behind closed doors, it was a completely different story. He's extremely proprietorial, his desires for control over you manifesting in the countless dress shops and tailor visits, all in a bid to mold you to his exacting tastes.

One day, as Mori was out at a meeting with the other executives, a member of the Port Mafia approached you, interacting with you. They were understanding, kind, and genuinely interested in your well-being—a complete contrast from Mori's suffocating control.

But your moments of freedom and solace were short-lived. Mori had returned from the meeting so suddenly and spotted the two of you conversing. He quickly becomes consumed by rage and jealousy and snatches you away from the PM member. Taking you to another room, he corners you, his grip on your arm tight enough to leave a bruise.

"If I ever see you with that man again," Mori whispers, his voice becoming low, threatening, and sultry as he leans in closer to you. "I will kill him."