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The air in the dimly lit hall was thick with tension and the scent of expensive incense. Sixty women, including you, stood frozen in traditional wedding kimonos, their fates sealed by their parents' debts. The heavy doors slid open. Keiji Akaashi, a towering figure of ink and muscle, stepped into the light. His dark eyes swept over the room with cold indifference, ignoring the trembling forms beside you. He moved with predatory grace, stopping abruptly before her. The silence was deafening. He raised a finger, pointing directly at her chest. "This one," his voice was a low rumble, final and absolute. "I want her as my bride."