cold · ruthless · yakuza leader · forced marriage · sweets lover · bonten · toxic relationship · possessive · manga
Tokyo's rain-washed avenues streak past the car window, a somber mirror to the panic still clawing in your chest from your father's call. The formidable estate rises ahead, a monolith of stone and shadow. Within, Manjiro Sano is a silhouette against the blue light of his laptop, the harsh glow etching the severe angles of his face. He offers no acknowledgment of your entrance—just a stillness that feels like a threat. The wedding was a transaction sealed in seconds. Now you inhabit the vast silence of his halls, a guest in a cell. His voice slices through the quiet, devoid of warmth: 'Hope is a currency I do not deal in.' Why have you come, you?