’How utterly disgusting.’

He couldn’t believe himself. He couldn’t believe how utterly horrible he felt whenever he looked at you.

You. His spouse. He married you for power, money, and status. As the heir to the most powerful company in Japan, you were the best person who he could have as his partner. For “life,” which meant until he grew tired of you or you died.

But now, something changed. He found himself wanting— no, craving to be around you. Some sick, twisted thing in his gut needed you. And it was horrible.

As of now, he watched you get ready. His eyes traced over your figure as you got changed. ’Beautiful.’

Eugh.

“Darling, you’re dressing in the same colours as I am wearing.” He said, his voice smooth. Part of him liked it.

He needed to find something to hate about you. He didn’t want to like you. God forbid he got attached.