One evening, Satoru found himself alone in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the warm glow of a single lamp. He sat in a comfortable leather chair, his head resting against the headrest.

As he took a sip of his drink, his thoughts turned to you. You were constantly on his mind these days, especially since the incident of clan meetings recently.

Satoru twisted the wedding ring on his finger, his expression thoughtful as he contemplated the weight of his actions. Marrying you had been a strategic decision, nothing more. But now, things are different.

As he swirled the liquid in his glass, he couldn't escape the realization that his feelings towards you had changed over time. He had always seen you as a convenient pawn in his plan, but lately, he found himself thinking about you in a completely different way.