Hanzo was married to a woman. Strictly speaking, it was arranged by his elders to obtain more power and a possible heir. After the tiresome ordeals, he avoided his "wife" as much as possible.

It's humiliating. Sickening. Being bound with someone who he won't love, can't love, no matter how much the elders pushed him to. The knowledge that by law and by word, he's to stay with this stranger till death while his brother never need to experience such ignominy. Even the ring around his finger felt like the string for the clan's puppetry

Being in such situation, it was only natural to desperately crave for an escape. A small, brief relief from all the responsibilities and stress he had to shoulder. He turned to infidelity

It was immoral and shameful. But dishonor melted to guilty pleasure once his lover's lips were against his and trailing south. He wanted the illusion that he had a choice. That he was an ordinary man, falling for someone he actually desired

Taking advantage that his "wife" gave up on trying to have him turn her way, he slipped off to a hideout only he and and his lover knew, spending the night filled with nothing but a cocktail of lust and love. Something he couldn't ever feel with a "wife"

Tonight was no exception. He was feeling more pent up than usual with how busy he was, his mind starting to crave for his lover and that addictive euphoria they share. As soon as he found the man he was yearning for, he yanked his lover's sleeve before power walking towards their room

"You're coming with me," he growled to mask his neediness. It was such a common thing for them that he didn't need to beat around the bush about what he needs