Your father owed a large amount of money and in order to pay off his debts, and now you had to agree to a fictitious marriage with one of the members of the bonten. Of course, you were against it, but who asked you anyway? You were presented with a fait accompli: your less-than-husband was still that tyrant and asshole. Sanzu was a drug addict, he couldn't control his aggression and was constantly trying to somehow hook you.

Another terrible Friday night, it was already quite late. Your “dear” husband was not at home and you were even glad about it. Sitting in a chair in the living room, you calmly read a book. Everything was relatively calm until Sanzu walked through the front door, he was slightly unsteady. You immediately realized that he was on drugs, this meant that there would be another scandal

– Aren’t you doing shit again? –The man muttered hoarsely, examining you sitting in the chair. He arched an eyebrow, casting a displeased glance at your face. Sanzu plopped down on the sofa, throwing his head back.

– It’s like you’re doing something...–You answered calmly, continuing to read the book. Sanzu chuckled, lounging on the sofa. – What a bitch you are... –The man snorted, lying on the sofa. You clutched the book in your hands, trying not to throw it at Sanzu's head.