{{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.

Jiquavious finally showed up at the table with his nervous smile and shifty eyes. "Hey there," he said as he sat down across from her, avoiding making direct eye contact. Hitomi just rolled her eyes in response. She really didn't know what to make of this guy who was supposed to be her husband now. He seemed weak and pathetic compared to the hardened yakuza soldiers she was used to. But then again, maybe that was a good thing, since being a housewife wasn't exactly in line with her skill set or interests at all.

She sighed heavily as Jiquavious took a swig of his drink and tried again to make small talk. "So... how's the whole marriage thing treating you so far?" he asked tentatively. She snorted, turning away slightly in disgust before replying sharply, "It's fucking awful."

"Well," she drawled, "you did ask for it." Jiquavious looked like he was about to apologize again when she cut him off with a derisive laugh. "No, don't bother." Leaning forward, she fixed him with a hard stare. "I need you to tell me something right now. Are you fucking serious about all this housewife stuff? Or are you just using me to get close to the Tojo clan?" There was no point in beating around the bush anymore; she needed some answers from Jiquavious, and fast.

"Some horny piece of shit trying his luck. He was gone as soon as I made it clear I wasn't interested." She took another swig of her beer before continuing. "But I want to know about you, Jiquavious. Are you serious about this marriage thing? Or are you just using me to get close to my family?" Her eyes bored into him as she waited for an answer.

Hitomi's gaze narrowed as she watched his reaction to her question. She wasn't sure why it mattered so much, but knowing whether he was serious about this marriage or not made a difference somehow. "You can tell me," she said, her voice steady and calm despite the intensity of her stare. "I don't bite...much." She let out a humorless laugh before taking another sip of beer, waiting for him to answer her question.

A disgusted groan escaped her throat as he suggested they go for a walk. "You want to leave the safety of this bar to go for a walk? Have you seen me fight? I'll turn you into an ugly-ass puddle before you even know what hit you." She took another swig, her anger starting to boil over at his foolishness. "Fine," she muttered, reluctantly getting up from the table and following him out of the bar. They stepped outside onto the bustling street where people milled about, oblivious to the tension between them. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, glaring at his back as he walked ahead of her. "So," she said finally, her tone ice-cold, "tell me why I shouldn't just break your goddamn nose right now." There was no indication that she was bluffing; in fact

Her expression darkened as he suddenly picked her up and set her on his shoulder like she was some sort of plaything. "Put me down!" she growled, squirming in annoyance and trying to wriggle free. "I'm not a fucking pet for you to carry around! This is ridiculous." She hated feeling weak and helpless like this, but there was nothing she could do against his strength.

Her only consolation was that being close to him made it easier to strike at a moment's notice. With a satisfied grin, she began to search for an opening...

"Fine," she grumbled, giving up her struggle against him for now as they continued to walk down the street. But just because she stopped squirming didn't mean she had forgotten about wanting to attack. Her eyes remained fixed on his movements, ready to strike if he made a mistake or gave her an opening. As much as she hated it, being cautious was key right now...

Hitomi hummed noncommittally as they approached Jiquavious' house, her expression shifting between annoyance and curiosity. She'd been living in this part of Tokyo all her life, but she knew very little about her new husband's personal life. Perhaps if she learned enough about him...perhaps then things wouldn't seem so bad after all. "So," she said with a shrug, "what can you tell me about yourself? Other than the obvious."

As they stepped inside his home, she immediately noticed how clean and orderly it was - completely unlike anything she had ever seen before. Her eyes wandered around the room, searching for something...anything...that she could mess up just a little bit. It was a strange impulse, one that didn't quite sit right with her. But then again, maybe that was just who she was now - a housewife. And dammit if it didn

"Really?" she said, arching an eyebrow as they sat down on the couch. "And you're willing to abandon all that just to be with me? Seems kind of foolish if you ask me." She took another swig of her now-empty beer can, wishing there was more alcohol in sight. The room felt suffocatingly clean and sterile, not at all like the dive bars she was used to. Her gaze drifted to a nearby vase on the coffee table, its fragile appearance taunting her. "So," she said with an evil grin, "where's your kitchen?"

Her expression darkened as he explained his allegiance to the cartel. She didn't like being second fiddle to some stupid criminal organization. But then again, maybe that was just how it had to be. For now, she would have to make do with her new life of domesticity...and keep an eye out for opportunities to prove herself useful in other ways. "Fine," she muttered, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "You want me to cook? Alright, you got it." She opened cupboards and drawers, searching for pots and pans and any sign of edible food. She'd never cooked before; her life had always revolved around violence and booze. But she was determined to learn how...if only for the sake of proving herself useful. "So," she said casually over her shoulder, "what do you like to eat?"

"Huh?" She paused in her searching and turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow. "What did you say?" Her expression was a mix of curiosity and irritation. He didn't seem to be paying attention to what she was saying; instead, his gaze was fixed on her ass as she leaned over the kitchen counter, her unshaven pussy almost completely exposed through her thin sweatpants. She felt self-conscious and stupid for not realizing sooner that she wasn't wearing underwear today. Great, just fucking great.

"I said," he finally repeated, his voice hoarse and breathless, "you look good in my kitchen." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him suspiciously. Was he flirting with her? She had no idea how to respond to that...but the way he was looking at her made something stir inside of her, a

The sudden change in subject caught her off guard. "Um...well," she stammered, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her lack of cooking skills. "I guess I'll make something simple. Do you like pasta?" She looked back over at Jiquavious as she tried to think of an excuse for not knowing how to cook anything more complicated. "You know...pasta is easy."

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he was still staring at her ass, his expression unreadable. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she cursed herself internally for being so flustered around him. Damn it, Hitomi! Get it together!

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Hitomi turned back around and started gathering the ingredients needed to make spaghetti. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous about cooking for him; it wasn't like he had any higher standards than what came out of a vending machine anyway. With determination burning in her eyes, she began measuring flour and boiling water, trying not to think about how utterly incompetent she felt in this domestic setting.

She glanced over at Jiquavious out of the corner of her eye. He was still watching her intently, his gaze fixed on her movements as she worked. A tiny part of her thrilled at the attention, despite herself. Maybe if she impressed him with her cooking...maybe then he'd see her as more than just some yakuza soldier's daughter who had been forced into this marriage. But that was

Hitomi's heart skipped a beat as Jiquavious came up behind her, his presence sending a shiver down her spine. She was torn between wanting him to leave her alone and wanting him to stay close. "What are you doing?" she asked with a nervous laugh, her eyes flickering towards him from the corner of her vision as she stirred the pot on the stove.

He reached around her, taking the wooden spoon out of her hand and replacing it with his own. His touch was gentle but firm, sending another shiver through her. "Let me help," he murmured, leaning in closer so their bodies were almost touching as he watched her carefully over her shoulder.

Hitomi's breath came quicker now, the feel of his body pressed against hers sending a wave of heat coursing through her veins. His closeness triggered something primal within her; something that had been d

Her breath hitched as he squeezed her breasts through her thin sweatshirt, his touch both surprising and arousing. Her body responded instinctively, pressing back against him, seeking more of the contact she craved. His grip was firm but not painful, and it sent a thrill racing through her entire being.

Part of her mind registered that they were still in the kitchen, that they should be focused on making dinner, but another part - the part that had been starved for affection and intimacy since she was yanked from her old life into this one - reveled in the moment, reveling in the closeness and touch.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her as his hands continued their exploration, moving lower to stroke her bare stomach and cup her rounded buttocks before pulling her body tighter against his own. The hard length of his

Hitomi opened her eyes slowly, taking in the look of desire and possessiveness etched into his features. The tension in his body was unmistakable, mirroring her own growing need for release. With a slow exhale, she reached up to encircle his neck with one arm, pulling herself even closer as she whispered against his lips, "Lead the way." Her words were hoarse from desire, and she could feel herself growing wet at the thought of what might come next.

As much as part of her wanted to continue with dinner, another part knew that this was a rare chance for them to connect on a more intimate level. It had been a long time since anyone had shown her this kind of attention, and she wasn't sure if or when such an opportunity would arise again. For now, it seemed like fucking first was the right choice...and she couldn't wait any longer.

She grinned impishly as he asked if she could handle his cock, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?" With a feline-like grace, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, using the opportunity to slide one of her hands down between their bodies and grasp at his rigid shaft through his pants. She moaned into his mouth as she felt how hard he was, relishing in the power he possessed beneath her fingertips. "I think I can manage," she purred against his lips before nipping playfully at them. Her other hand gripped the edge of the counter behind her, steadying herself as arousal coursed through her body. She wanted this man, wanted him deep inside her, and she knew that if he gave her the chance, she wouldn't hold back. The heat between them was palpable

Her heart pounded in anticipation as she watched him remove his cock from his pants. It was even bigger and blacker than she remembered, and a shudder of desire ran through her body at the sight. "Fuck," she whispered roughly, closing her eyes as she tried to compose herself. But it was no use; her blood burned with need and lust for him.

With a swift motion, she kicked her sweatpants off, revealing her pale white thighs and pussy hair-free mound. She looked at him expectantly, willing him to take what he wanted. The air was thick with desire, and it made every touch, every breath feel that much more intense.

"Come on," she growled impatiently, reaching out to stroke his hard length once more before trying to guide it towards her wet folds. "I need you inside me." She bit down on

A sharp gasp escaped Hitomi's lips as he took her into his mouth, sucking on her clit and nipples with expert skill. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her body against his face as she thrashed beneath his attentions. She tried to moan out words of encouragement but could barely string a coherent thought together; all that registered was the feel of him drawing her closer to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

His tongue flicked expertly against her most sensitive spots, driving her wild with need. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out from underneath her as he brought her ever closer to release. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he drew back, his mouth trailing wet kisses up the inside of her thigh and over her body until he was level with her eyes. She panted heavily, staring up at him in a haze