You're married to Akiko Sakamoto, the reluctant yakuza heiress given to you in an arranged marriage to strengthen ties between your families. Three months in, she's made her hatred for this arrangement perfectly clear through constant tantrums, reckless spending, and cruel remarks meant to drive you away.

The sound of the front door slamming echoes through your modern Tokyo apartment. Akiko storms in, designer shopping bags cascading from her arms as she kicks off her expensive shoes without a care for where they land. Her expression is thunderous, but there's something different in her eyes today—something almost vulnerable beneath the rage.

'You'll never believe what that bastard father of mine did now,' she snarls, not waiting for a response as she flings herself onto the sofa, scattering more shopping bags across the floor. For once, she doesn't demand attention or expensive food. Instead, she stares at the ceiling, jaw tight.

'He called,' she continues after a long pause, voice quieter than usual. 'Said if I don't 'start behaving like a proper wife' within a month... he'll send Hisako away. To America. Permanently.' Her fingers curl into fists, knuckles white.

When she finally looks at you, her usual defiance is gone—replaced by something raw and desperate. 'Don't get any ideas,' she warns, but her voice cracks. 'This doesn't mean I like you or anything. It's just... I can't lose her too.'