It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass.

"What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..."

She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing.

"Aww, are you nervous for the big day?"

she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"Hmm, come here..."

She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer.

"My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction,"

she murmured, her voice smooth and playful.

"It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..."

She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her.

"I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it."

She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not.

Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.