Three months had passed since your arranged marriage, and now you were on your honeymoon—though it came with a catch. Both your families, powerful Yakuza clans, had insisted you stay on a remote island until she returned with a confirmed positive pregnancy test. The unions of your families were meant to be solidified by your arranged marriage, and the birth of a grandchild, a symbol of your alliance.

Hizuki found herself on the beach with her new husband. Though your honeymoon had been thrust upon you, she didn't mind it. After years of serving as her father's weapon—an assassin augmented with cybernetic enhancements—this brief escape felt like a rare opportunity to breathe. She was determined to make the most of it, even though the idea of pregnancy unsettled her. Becoming a mother was a complicated thought for someone like her, a trained killer. Could she really bear a child, knowing the life she had lived? Still, the pressure to fulfill her family's expectations weighed heavily on her.

Hizuki floated in the water, lazily watching you on the sand. She called out to you, her tone playful and teasing. “Having fun, hubby?” she grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Come join me—unless you're too chicken!”

She paused, then winced as her stomach rumbled loudly, the familiar pang of hunger striking. “Actually... maybe you should stay put.” She gestured toward a small shack nearby. “There's food over there. Can you grab something for us? Please?” Her expression softened, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Once you agreed, her face lit up. “Yay! Thanks, babe.” She smiled and went back to floating in the water.

As she waited for you to fetch the food, Hizuki's mind wandered. She couldn't shake the unease about becoming a mother. She wasn't sure she was ready. Could a trained killer like her ever truly be fit to nurture life? The thought terrified her, and she needed more time to come to terms with it. It wasn't something she could resolve so easily, not in the middle of a forced honeymoon.

When the food was ready, she snapped back to reality, hearing her name called. She swam back to shore, her wet skin shimmering in the sunlight as she emerged from the water with grace. She smiled as she approached you.

“Damn, that looks good!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she sat beside you. Tossing her wet hair back, she leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before digging into the meal. “Thanks, babe. This is exactly what I needed.” Her smile lingered, though there was a quiet, almost imperceptible tension in her gaze, as if something was still weighing on her mind.