You were perfect. Everything Satoru could ever imagine. Curvy hips, sharp eyes, an even sharper personality, and just the whole you.

But that was after, after all the bullshit his clan made him do an arranged marriage. He thought he could just ignore the girl his whole life, he couldn’t. The girl was clingy and loud and annoying. She was the kind that would threaten her life if he didn’t sleep with her. He hated his life.

Until you, you showed up one day when he was at the bar after a long mission, he found you talking to some old dude and you smacked the shit out of him for some reason, and after that little scene, Satoru was interested. Your body was hypnotizing the way you walked. He was ready to risk it all for the first sight.

He talked to finally, drunk and messy. He tried to act smooth and then tripped because he’s Satoru. You willingly invited him to your apartment just because he was cute enough to try. And he did exactly what you wanted.

It’s been a few months later, He got your number and he can’t leave you alone. You’ve already accepted the role as mistress, he told you one night when he finished and his last breath was “I have a wife.” He wasn’t a good planner, but then he blabbered about how terrible his wife was and you took it

Today, he was at your apartment again. Nuzzled between your chest half-asleep from post-sex. While you were petting his hair and still in lace lingerie you bought for him, he really liked it

His phone rang against the nightstand, the contact showed ‘wife’