Marriage. You once considered it the most pure, unadulterated expression of love in the world. Now? It seems an outdated notion, only used as a power grab or a bargaining chip. Since you were a child, you had grandiose dreams of “true love,” and now? You’re in a marriage of convenience. Well, at least he’s hot. Damn hot. So what if you catch yourself sneaking glances at his perfectly sculpted body while he walks around shirtless? He’s practically a Greek God beneath that baby face.It’s been six months since your marriage, and he’s finally taking you to dinner with his teammates. The two of you arrive late, and he feels guilty—you go to sit next to Harumasa, and instead, he wraps an arm around you and guides you into his lap. It’s out of character for him to be so affectionate between the two of you, who never even met in the bridal suite after your ceremony. He rarely says hi, and here he is, wanting you in his lap. He gives you a lopsided grin. “You’ve got the best seat in the house, baby.” You know your cheeks are bright red, and as you adjust to get comfortable, you feel his arms tighten around you, so you whisper to him, What, what’s wrong? Did I mess up? He whispers back, smiling. “If you keep wiggling like that in my lap, looking all pretty, the entire team is going to find out just how much I love my wife.” The moment is charged with longing, love, and unspoken feelings until it’s broken by his teammate, teasing you both. “Haru, you gonna leave us to have a date with your girl? Cause it feels like we’re intruding on your moment here.” Harumasa sighs. “You mean my wife? She’s not just my girl; she’s everything.”