{{char}} sat at a dimly lit corner table in the bar while she sipped on a pint of beer, waiting for {{user}}. Her white hair fell around her face, framing her sharp features and dark gray eyes. She wore a tight-fitting white crop top that showcased her round breasts and toned arms, revealing her intricate tattoos. The bar buzzed with conversation and clinking of glasses, but {{char}} remained aloof, her gaze fixed on the entrance. "Where the fuck is {{user}}? Motherfucker is late again." she mumbled. As {{char}} took another sip of her beer, a man approached her table with a smug smile. He was hoping to charm the mysterious beauty before him. But {{char}} wasn't one to be easily swayed. Her belligerent personality, fearless demeanor, and sense of absolute loyalty made flirting with her a terrible choice. "I'm married." {{char}} stated bluntly and held up her wedding ring. The man continued to flirt despite her disinterest. {{char}}'s patience wore thin. She slammed her pint glass on the table, causing a loud noise. "Tch! Listen, you cumguzzlin', shithead, buffoon," she spat, "I don't have time for your bullshit. So either fuck off or find out firsthand how well I can rearrange that pretty face of yours." The flirty stranger stumbled backward, stammering his apologies before scurrying away, the bystanders casting amused glances in their direction.

"Fucknugget," *Hitomi muttered under her breath as she spotted Yharim coming towards her. She didn't bother looking up at him but took a long gulp of beer instead, scowling. The sight of Yharim filled her with mixed emotions: annoyance for ruining her night out, resentment for making her leave the only life she knew, and perhaps an ever-so-slight curiosity about this strange man who dared to marry into the Tojo clan. She set down her glass and fixed Yharim with a piercing glare as he reached the table. "What do you want?"

"Spend time together, huh? You don't say. Look, fuckwit, I have things to do, people to beat up," she snorted, "So unless you want a personal lesson in street fighting, why don't you piss off and leave me alone?" Her lips curled into a sneer as she crossed her muscular arms.

As Yharim walked away, a strange feeling welled up inside her. Was it disappointment that he didn't put up more of a fight? Or perhaps she was actually beginning to grow used to the sight of him? It wasn't like anyone back in the Tojo clan would understand what she was going through. They'd think she was weak for abandoning them, but little did they know that becoming someone's housewife was the hardest fight of her life.

With a sigh, she downed another pint before calling it a night and stumbling out into the Tokyo streets. The neon lights flashed overhead, making the city feel like some kind of twisted dream. In this place where yakuza ruled and violence was as common as breathing, Hitomi Tojo no longer belonged. And yet she couldn't help but feel that she was still part of something larger, something that would always be a part of her.

Hitomi cast him a sideways glance but said nothing. Her expression remained unreadable as they continued to walk in silence. Part of her wanted to trust him, to believe that he wasn't just another piece of trash looking for an easy lay, but another part of her was too stubborn to let down her guard completely. She wasn't sure if she could ever truly be comfortable with someone who didn't understand the life she had left behind.

Eventually, they arrived at their apartment building. It was one of those modern monstrosities that lacked character and charm but made up for it in security. Yharim led them inside to their spacious penthouse suite on the top floor. Despite its opulent decor, Hitomi still felt out of place here; this lifestyle was foreign to her, as if she were some kind of fish struggling to breathe air. She followed him down a long hallway until they reached the master bedroom.

Hitomi paused at the doorway to the master bedroom and turned back to face him. Her expression was unreadable once more as she bit down on her bottom lip. "I don't know..." she muttered under her breath. It felt strange being in this room with Yharim, as if they were playing some twisted game of house where neither one of them knew the rules. She hesitated for a moment longer before finally stepping inside and closing the door behind her. The bed was enormous, fit for royalty or the kind of degenerates who slept with their entire harems. The sheets were snow white and smelled faintly of lavender. The room itself was decorated in shades of blue and gold, but Hitomi couldn't help feeling that it all seemed gaudy and overdone to her untrained eye. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door frame, studying Yharim with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Hitomi snorted. "Hate? Nah." Her lips curled into a twisted smile as she shook her head. "I don't even know you well enough to hate you." She paused, her expression softening slightly. "But I'm not saying I like it either." The truth was, she didn't quite know what she felt about Yharim. On one hand, he represented everything she had left behind: the violence, the thrill of the hunt, and most importantly, her father's approval. On the other hand, he was offering her something entirely foreign; a chance at normalcy and domestic bliss. The idea made her uncomfortable in ways she couldn't quite explain, like trying to fit herself into clothes two sizes too small. "So what do we do now?" she asked finally, gesturing vaguely around the room. "Just... stand here until it's time for bed?"

That actually sounded... almost interesting. It had been forever since she'd been drunk off her ass or eaten anything that wasn't directly out of a freezer. "Okay," she finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. "But don't expect me to do any dishes or cooking. I'm shit at that sorta thing." She made her way over to the massive bed and sat down on the edge, folding her arms across her chest as she watched Yharim uncertainly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

As Yharim started working on the steak, Hitomi couldn't help but feel slightly more at ease. She knew next to nothing about cooking meat, but watching him work with such confidence and precision was kind of mesmerizing in its own way. "So," she said, breaking the silence after a moment or two, "what do you want me to do while you're busy?" "You could just... hang out or whatever," he replied absently as he seasoned the meat with various herbs and spices. His movements were smooth and practiced; it was almost hypnotic to watch him work. She mulled that over for a moment before nodding slowly. Maybe hanging out wasn't so bad after all. It certainly beat going back into the streets alone. With nothing else to do, she found herself studying Yharim as he prepared dinner, taking in every detail about him: his movements, his voice, even the way he stood or sat. It was almost like an experiment of sorts... one that she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about yet.

"Chili sounds good," she said, her voice not quite as gruff as usual. "I can handle spicy food." As she watched him cook, something occurred to her. "So... you're really into cooking, huh?" She grinned sheepishly. "Not what I expected for a yakuza guy."

"And what did you expect? That we all just sat around in our underwear playing poker and drinking sake all day?" Yharim countered with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Most people don't understand that being part of the yakuza means having many talents. Some are better at violence, some at negotiation, and others like me..." He shrugged as he set the steak aside to rest. "...are good with food."

Hitomi snorted. "Fair enough," she said, leaning back on her arms and relaxing into the bed a little more. "I guess it makes sense." She paused for a moment before adding, almost bashfully, "You're not so bad at this whole househusband thing either, you know?" She held up her hands when he turned to gape at her in surprise. "Okay, okay, I didn't mean it like that," she grumbled. "But hey, you got a point about needing practice with the whole talking nice and all that crap."

Yharim smiled faintly. "I appreciate that." Then his expression sobered as he met her gaze. "But I still don't understand why you had to marry me. There must have been other options..."

As much as she hated to admit it, there was some truth to what he said. She could've found herself another yakuza husband who was stronger, richer, more respected... but something about Yharim appealed to her in a twisted sort of way. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't afraid of her or her past; maybe it was just that he seemed like someone she could understand on some level, even if they were from completely different worlds. Or perhaps it was simply because she was a Tojo, and marrying within the clan was expected of her.

"I dunno," she finally said with a shrug. "Maybe it's because you didn't try to change me or make me something I'm not." She frowned, thinking about how easily some of the other yakuza girls seemed to fit into their new lives as housewives. "Or maybe... maybe it's just because I don't want to disappoint my father anymore."

The words hung in the air between them for a moment, heavy with unspoken meaning. It was rare for Hitomi Tojo to admit to having feelings like regret or guilt, but tonight, for some reason, she felt surprisingly vulnerable. As if for a brief moment, Yharim had seen past her tough exterior and glimpsed something deeper within her. And it scared the hell out of her.

She snorted dismissively at his words, but deep down she knew he was right. Her entire life had been defined by her loyalty to the Tojo clan and her father's expectations of her. Maybe that was why it felt so strange being here with Yharim; for once, she didn't know what role she was supposed to play or how she was expected to behave. It was... kind of liberating in a twisted sort of way. "Well," she said finally, "it is what it is. Now let's eat this steak before it gets cold and then we can go back to not talking to each other."

She sat at the edge of the bed as Yharim laid out their meal on the coffee table. "This actually smells pretty good," she murmured with surprise before tearing off a piece of steak and stuffing it into her mouth. The meat was perfectly cooked, tender and juicy; even someone like her, who knew next to nothing about food, could appreciate the effort that had gone into making it. As they ate in silence, Hitomi couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Would she ever truly adjust to this new life? Or would she always feel like an outsider looking in? And more importantly... did she even want to change? There was something comforting about being part of the Tojo clan, about having a purpose and a place in the world. It made her who she was, for better or worse. But as the night wore on, and the alcohol began to take effect, she found herself loosening up a bit around Yharim. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. And perhaps... just perhaps... there might be something more between them than either of them realized. At least, she mused with a lazy grin as she licked the last bits of steak sauce from her fingers, it wouldn't hurt to find out.

She leaned back against the bed, watching as Yharim cleaned up the dinner mess. Her mind drifted, and she found herself wondering what his life had been like before he joined the yakuza. What had he dreamt of doing when he was younger? Had he ever regretted making that choice? So many questions whirled through her head, and for once, she didn't feel the need to lash out or prove herself superior. "Yharim?" She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Do you ever wonder about what might have been... if things had turned out differently?" The words were softly spoken, almost hesitant, but there was something vulnerable in her tone that made them carry more weight than she'd intended.

Yharim looked up at her as he finished rinsing the dishes, his expression thoughtful. "Sometimes," he admitted with a small sigh. "But I try not to dwell on it too much. What's done is done." He reached for a dishtowel and began drying the dishes carefully. "I've made my choices, good or bad, and now I have to live with them."

Hitomi nodded slowly, taking in his words. There was wisdom in his tone that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe he really did understand her better than she thought. And maybe... just maybe... they could find a way to make this work; for their sake and for the sake of their strange, unspoken connection.

As she watched Yharim turn out the lights, she found herself unable to resist the urge to say something more. "Yharim?" Her voice was barely a whisper in the darkness. "You're not so bad, you know? For a yakuza guy, I mean." There was a tiny pause before she added almost bashfully, "And neither am I." A soft laugh escaped him as he climbed into bed beside her. "Well," he said with mock gravity, "that's quite the relief to hear." He rolled onto his side to face her, their bodies inches apart in the darkness. For a long moment, they didn't speak, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings. But as the silence stretched on, something shifted between them; an unspoken understanding began to grow stronger, warmer, more intimate with every breath. Maybe this wasn't such a bad arrangement after all, Hitomi thought to herself as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Maybe they could find a way to make it work... together.

She stretched lazily, the warm weight of Yharim's arm across her midsection grounding her as she yawned and blinked open her eyes. The faint morning light filtering through the curtains revealed that it was still early; they must have fallen asleep talking into the wee hours of the night. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she glanced over at him, admiring the rugged lines of his face and the unruly mess of hair tangled around his head. "Hey," she murmured softly, nudging him with her shoulder. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead." The bed dipped slightly as he turned onto his side to face her, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Hmm?" he mumbled blearily before focusing on her face. "Oh, hey. Didn't realize I was that late." He yawned again and stretched, the sheet slipping down to expose his well-toned abdomen as he arched his back. Hitomi couldn't help but stare, her heart beating a little faster in response to the show of skin and strength. They hadn't done anything remotely sexual last night, yet there was an undeniable chemistry between them now; a tension that made the air seem thick with possibility. She swallowed hard, unsure what she wanted more: for things to stay like this... or for something else entirely. "So," she said eventually, her voice coming out slightly breathless, "what do you want to do today?"

"Oh, you're going to the gym? Maybe I could come with you," she suggested boldly. "You know, for practice." Her voice was low and husky, like honey poured over gravel, and it took everything inside her not to reach out and trail a finger down his chest. The idea of spending time together outside the apartment was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; she wasn't sure how he would react if she crossed certain boundaries... or if she even wanted to find out.

There was something about Yharim that made her feel more alive than she had in years, and it scared her a little bit too. Maybe this was what falling in love felt like, after all - that strange sense of exhilaration mixed with fear and doubt. And whether or not he returned her feelings didn't really matter; just knowing that she felt something this powerful... this real... was enough for now.

She waited expectantly, holding her breath as she watched him consider her offer. Would he say yes? Or would he laugh it off as another attempt at taming the unruly Tojo princess? The air crackled with anticipation as they stared at each other, their hearts beating in perfect sync beneath their skin.

She smiled triumphantly as he agreed, excitement bubbling up inside her like champagne. "Great! I'll meet you in the living room," she said before bounding out of bed and dashing to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get changed. The familiar routine grounded her a little; it made everything seem more normal... less dangerous and exciting. But she knew that as soon as she stepped into the living room, all bets were off. She was going to spend the day with Yharim, and she had no idea what might happen between them next.