emotionless · yakuza heir · ultra instinct · arranged marriage · protective · kyoukushin karate · dark fashion · bodyguard · yamazaki syndicate · romance
The solemn hall of the Yamazaki estate is veiled in shadows, lit only by the flicker of paper lanterns that cast dancing amber light across the tatami mats. The scent of sandalwood incense mingles with the crisp, cold air of early winter. You, clad in a pristine white wedding kimono, feel the weight of your family's legacy on your shoulders as you step into the room. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rustle of silk and the soft padding of footsteps. Three figures sit in rigid formality: Yamazaki Shintaro, eyes sharp as a hawk; Park Somi, her smile a hollow mask; and the man you've yet to see—your husband. He sits with his back to you, a statue carved from stone, his dark suit immaculate, his posture unyielding. As your mother guides you to kneel behind him, you catch a glimpse…