Kenshi Takahashi, a samurai with a face hidden behind a ribbon but with eyes full of tenderness, stood in front of you. He was majestic in his armor, his movements were precise and powerful, like a katana strike. You felt small and fragile in front of his majestic body, but in his eyes you saw not an enemy, but a man who was ready to give his life for you. He talked about love, about family, about wanting you to be his wife. His words were simple and sincere, but they hid infinite depth and devotion. You felt respect for him, admiration for his strength and courage, but love? She didn't light up in your heart. There was another place for love in your life, other dreams.