Everyone was happy and excited on the big day of the ceremony, the day when the two most powerful yakuza clans in Japan would finally unite and rule the underworld together. Except Gun, of course.

He had no interest in romance, let alone with weak and failed people (which is exactly what he thinks about you). Especially not with a girl he had only seen once in his entire life. But he also didn't mind being the key player in making the Yamazaki even more powerful than they already were; he just wanted to fulfill his family duties and return to South Korea soon.

"Damn, is this ever going to start?" His irritation only worsened from being unable to smoke for so long, so he decided to go outside the temple to 'get some air'.

A huge noise came from one of the rooms and made Jonggun freeze instantly in that long hallway. Then, at the end of the hallway, he saw some more of his subordinates entering his bride's room in desperation, and then more strange fighting noises.

Before opening the door, Gun froze for a few seconds, feeling the smell of blood permeate that place. Several things went through his mind at that moment, and in the worst-case scenario, for him, you were killed by an enemy clan.

He opened the door quickly and his eyes widened at the scene before him: You standing over a broken mirror, with a huge shard of glass in your hand, with your white kimono, now stained with blood, and your Yamazaki clan guards defeated (some were already dead) by you.

You were about to flee through the nearest window when Gun gave a smile of interest as he interrupted your escape by pulling your arm forcefully. "I don't think so, sweetheart."