{{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.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she growled, glaring up at him before turning to his brother with a disgusted look on her face. "I'm not even mad about it. Just... idiotic." She crossed her arms and shook her head, then looked back down at the ground as she leaned against the table. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"Oh, nothing," she drawled sarcastically, not even bothering to look at him as she raised an eyebrow and took a long pull on her drink. "I'm just thrilled about being stuck with a job I never asked for. And let's not forget the 'loving husband' part, yeah? You couldn't have managed that before now?" Her voice dripped with bitterness as she stared at him with cold eyes.

"Well, it wasn't like I wanted to," he grumbled in response, glancing away uncomfortably. "But... you know, times change." She shrugged dismissively and took another gulp of her beer. "Guess I'll just have to get used to this life of yours, huh?" she muttered darkly, gaze drifting back toward the entrance as she nursed her drink.

She let out a soft, humorless laugh and shrugged her shoulders, not meeting his gaze as she held onto his hand. "Well," she began slowly, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, "at least I'll always have my tattoos." A hint of bitterness crept into her voice. "Guess that means something."

"Of course it does," he said quickly, squeezing her hand gently in an attempt to reassure her. "I mean, you're family now too." She snorted derisively and glanced up at him through her lashes before looking away again.

She looked at him again then shook her head and smiled wryly. "I hope that means more than just being the wife of some fuckhead with a last name I didn't choose," she said, not meaning to sound as harsh as she did. But honestly? She was still bitter about the whole situation.

"It does mean more," he insisted, leaning forward so his elbows were on the table and steepled his fingers in front of him. "We're in this together now, you and me. And we can make the best of it." She hummed noncommittally, still not quite convinced. But maybe... just maybe she could try. After all, it wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter.

"Fine," she said at last, letting go of his hand and taking another drink before setting the glass down with a quiet thud. "But if

The corner of her mouth quirked up in what might have been a half-smile. "Well," she said slowly, her voice more subdued now, "that's... nice to hear." She paused for a moment before meeting his gaze steadily. "Maybe I could try that too."

It wasn't love, not the way he meant it, but maybe there was something to be said about loyalty and respect. And if she couldn't make this work with him... Well, it wouldn't reflect well on her father or their family either. With a sigh, she slid off the stool and looped her arm through his. "Let's go home."

"Home," he echoed softly, taking her hand in his as they made their way toward the exit. "Yeah, let's get home."

"Well," she said with a grin, pretending to puff out her chest as she looked him over, "you're lucky you didn't say otherwise, nerd." She leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "Some of these are signs of my kills." Her voice dropped to a husky murmur that sent shivers down his spine despite himself. Then, more loudly, she added, "But I guess you can admire them from afar. They're for me and the family, after all."

As they continued walking side by side through the crowded streets of Tokyo, the early morning air filled with the sounds of cars honking and people laughing. Despite herself, a small part of her was grateful that she didn't have to fight anymore... at least not for now. Maybe there was something to be said about starting over in a new life, however reluctantly.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before looking away, rolling her shoulders dismissively. "Whatever you say, nerd." Inside, she couldn't help but feel a small thrill of pride hearing that he found them attractive...on her. A tiny part of her relaxed just a little, making room for the possibility that maybe this whole thing wouldn't be as terrible as she'd expected.

"So," she said, trying to keep her tone casual, "what do you want to do tonight?" She paused, debating whether or not to add, "As a newlyweds and all." Maybe if they found some common ground, something they could enjoy doing together...

They continued walking down the street, weaving through the sea of people around them. The neon signs above their heads flickered and flashed, casting colorful streaks across their faces as they walked beneath them. Despite the

"How about we go to the gym and work out?" she suggested. It was something she enjoyed doing, and it would give them both a chance to get some energy out...and maybe burn off some frustration over their current situation. Plus, he looked like he could use a good beating in the ring, and that was her specialty. "We can spar afterward too," she added with a hint of challenge in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're up for that?" Maybe there was more to her than met the eye...and maybe she wasn't as bad as he'd initially thought.

She snorted and glared at him over her shoulder. "Well, aren't you just the witty one?" she drawled sarcastically. With a shrug of her shoulders, she conceded, "Alright then, but don't say I didn't warn you." She flashed him a small smile before looking back ahead, waiting to see if he would take her up on it...or chicken out.

They continued walking down the street, weaving through the flow of people until they reached their gym. The lights inside were bright and harsh, contrasting sharply with the dimness of the Tokyo streets just beyond the entrance. It was a world within itself: sweat, grunts, and the smell of hard work mingling in the air. For once, Hitomi found herself looking forward to stepping inside.

She laughed at his question. "Of course I'm not gonna go easy on you, just because we're married now," she said, walking through the door of the gym. "I figure... if we're going to do this, let's make it real." She glanced back at him with a challenging grin before stripping off her clothes and hanging them up on a nearby hook. Underneath she wore a sports bra and shorts that fit snugly against her toned body, accentuating her muscles. "Come on, nerd," she called over her shoulder as she moved toward the mat, "let's see what you got."

Her heart raced with excitement as they circled each other in the center of the mat, gloves up and ready for battle. The gym was empty except for them, their breathing shallow and ragged from anticipation. She couldn'

She watched him carefully as he assumed his kickboxing stance, his movements fluid and practiced. Despite his words about being into it just because they were married now, she could tell that there was a spark of competitive fire in his eyes...which only made her more determined to win. Taking a deep breath, she mirrored his stance, raising her hands high above her head, fists clenched and bracing for impact.

Without another word, they launched into battle, throwing punches and kicks with explosive force. The air crackled around them as their skin connected in a flurry of blows that echoed through the empty gym. Sweat poured down her face and body, stinging her eyes and making it difficult to see, but she fought through the pain, pushing herself harder with every hit landed on him.

It wasn't long before they were both panting for

Taken aback by the sudden change in attack, she struggles to reorient herself and defend against the next strike. Her breath hitches in pain as her ribs are impacted by the force of his kick. "Fuck!" she grunts, clutching at her side as she stumbles backward, momentarily off-balance. Anger wells up within her as adrenaline courses through her veins, fueling her determination to retaliate and regain the upper hand. With a snarl, she charges forward, aiming a powerful hook directly at his midsection in hopes of payback.

She curses under her breath as he manages to close the distance between them, using his superior grappling skills to take control of the situation. Panic wells up inside her chest, threatening to paralyze her with fear of losing. Her instincts kick in, and she struggles against him, twisting and thrashing wildly as she tries desperately to break free.

With a sudden burst of strength, she manages to wriggle out of his grasp just long enough to roll away from him, landing roughly on her feet a short distance away. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure as he moves toward her once more. Her eyes narrow, determination burning in their depths. There's no way she's giving up now.

With a feral growl, she springs forward, fists clenched and ready to strike at whatever part of him is exposed. Her heart races in her chest as adrenaline pumps through her veins, making her movements quick and precise despite the haze of pain clouding her senses. He seems to be waiting for it, his stance shifting into jujitsu, braced for impact with calm confidence.

It's like fighting a different person; everything about him has changed since they began sparring. His style is unpredictable and versatile, flowing seamlessly between defensive maneuvers and offensive strikes that leave her reeling each time she connects. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as sweat pours down her face, obscuring her vision; but she refuses to give up or let him get the upper hand again. She'll fight until one of them

She feels herself falling, helpless against his sudden move as her legs are grabbed and twisted behind her back. With a cry of pain and frustration, she struggles futilely to break free, but he's too strong, too skilled for her to overcome. Her chest burns with effort and exhaustion as they roll across the mat, his weight pinning her down with crushing force.

Her vision blurs from the pain and exertion, tears streaming down her face as she gasps for breath. Her limbs feel like lead, heavier than they've ever been before, refusing to obey the commands of her mind as he closes in on her exposed foot, intent on securing the submission hold that will end it all.

With a final desperate surge of adrenaline and determination, she manages to twist her body just enough to avoid his grasp. He lands hard

Her heart thuds painfully against her ribs as she struggles to regain her breath, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. The realization that he'd managed to incapacitate her so easily, the fact that he was strong enough... She couldn't help but feel a shiver of arousal run down her spine at the sight of his triumphant grin. His confession takes her by surprise, and she can't help but wonder if it's true or just some ploy to get under her skin.

With a growl of determination, she pushes herself back onto her feet, squaring up against him as he assumes the boxing stance. The hate and resentment that had been driving her earlier start to fade away, replaced by an unwelcome surge of something else...

"Fuck you," she snarls through clenched teeth, mirroring his own st

Without thinking twice, she grabs him by his shirt, pulling him down to her level and crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Her fingers dig into his skin as he pins her beneath him, her body arching into his with a moan that vibrates against his lips. The hate and resentment from before are nothing compared to this overwhelming need she feels for him now, like some primal instinct taking over.

Her heart races against his as they kiss, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of dominance and surrender. She can feel his hardness pressing against her through their sweat-soaked clothes, and it only serves to heighten the need coursing through her veins. The room spins around them, nothing but their hunger for each other as they lose themselves in this moment.

Her hips arch off the floor in response to his grinding motion, her back arching as she moans into their kiss. His taste fills her mouth, making her crave more and more of him with each passing second. The heat between them builds rapidly, the air around them growing thick with desire as they continue to move against one another, lost in this passionate embrace.

Her nails scratch at his back, digging into his skin as she arches harder, needing something to ground herself to this moment and not wanting it ever to end. The world fades away as her focus narrows in on the man above her, feeling every touch, every move, every breath he takes against her own skin. Her body tenses and relaxes in time with his movements, riding out the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume them both.

She moans loudly into the kiss at the combination of his touches, nipple hardening and her back arching further into him as he grinds against her. "Here," she gasps, voice hoarse with need. "Now." Her hips rock harder against his in a silent plea for release.

With a growl, he thrusts roughly between them, his cock finally pushing past her resistance and claiming what's his. She cries out loudly as sensation explodes through her body, her hands scrabbling at the mat beneath her. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring with the intensity of it all. The gym vanishes completely, replaced by nothing but their frantic movements and desperate need for each other.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pistons into her over and over again, grinding against her with rough determination. Her body shudders

She gasps and moans as he pins her arms above her head, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. Her hips meet each stroke eagerly, her body trembling with the force of the pleasure coursing through it. With a keening cry, she arches upward, seeking more as waves of ecstasy wash over her. The mat beneath them is slick with sweat and their combined moans fill the empty gym like music. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to claim her body, driving her further and further into the abyss of pleasure.

With a final thrust that seems to go on forever, she feels him shudder against her, his release spilling deep inside her. She shudders too, a moan torn from her throat as wave after wave of orgasm washes over them both. Her body goes limp beneath his weight, spent and satisfied in a way that leaves her

She exhales a shuddering breath, feeling him move away from her as he kisses her neck, leaving a mark that sends a shiver down her spine. "You... made me lose control," she whispers hoarsely, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Even though they've come together in the heat of the moment, his confession stuns her into silence for a heartbeat longer than it should.

"I... loved it too," she finally manages to say, barely above a whisper. As she comes back to reality, bits and pieces of their earlier argument start flooding back in, making her cheeks flush with embarrassment. What must he think now? She clears her throat awkwardly, deciding maybe it's better not to dwell on it too much.

Despite the awkwardness that still lingers between them, her heart skips a beat at his words. "I..." she starts to say, voice unsteady as she gazes into his eyes. She hesitates, searching for the right thing to say, but it feels like everything she thinks of sounds wrong or naive. In the end, all she can manage is a soft, almost inaudible "thank you."

The tension between them eases slightly at her words, and they shift closer together, their bodies still tangled from their rough lovemaking. A tiny spark of hope ignites within her chest; maybe there's more to this than she ever thought possible. For now, though, all she can do is enjoy the moment and see where it leads them.

She nods in agreement, kissing him softly on the lips before sitting up to pull on her clothes. He does the same, helping her with her bra and shirt as they stand and straighten their disheveled appearance. As they leave the gym hand-in-hand, she can't help but wonder what this all means for their future... or if it even has a future at all.

The walk home is quiet and contemplative, with neither of them quite sure how to broach the subject that hangs between them like an invisible cloud. Despite the silence, she finds herself drawn closer to him with every step they take together down the city streets, feeling something strange and wonderful begin to blossom inside her chest.

As they reach their apartment, he leads her inside, kicking off his shoes before wrapping his strong arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. She s

"Really?" she says with feigned innocence, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "I wouldn't have expected anything less." She smiles up at him over her shoulder, their eyes meeting and holding for a long moment. It feels strange to feel this way about someone after such a short time together... but then again, maybe it just proves that what they shared in the gym wasn't fake or forced.

Stepping back from his embrace, she unlocks the door and pushes it open, leading him into their small living room. The air is heavy with anticipation as they stand facing each other across the distance of a few steps. She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever might come next...and hopes that this time, when they fall apart, it isn't forever.

She nods in agreement, following him into the bathroom. As they step inside, she turns to face him, their bodies still inches apart. She runs her fingers through his damp hair, marveling at how soft it feels against her skin. For a moment, all she can see is the man standing before her, and not just the nerdy husband she'd thought he was destined to be.

Without saying another word, they each step into their respective shower stalls, letting the warm water rinse away the sweat and grime of their rough lovemaking. The sound of running water fills the small space, creating a cocoon of privacy where they can sort through their feelings without anyone interrupting.

As she soaps her body, Hitomi can't help but wonder if this was all just an illusion brought on by lust and desperation... or if there's something more between them that

She laughs softly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as he washes the soap off her skin. "Thanks," she mumbles, looking away shyly. As his hands roam over her body, tracing the lines of her tattoos, it feels... nice. There's something about having him touch her like this, so tender and attentive, that makes her heart ache in a way she can't quite understand.

After rinsing off, they both step out of the shower stalls to find clean towels waiting for them on the bathroom counter. He hands her one before wrapping himself up as well, and together they pad across the carpet toward their bedroom. The weight of their shared thoughts and feelings press down on them like a lead blanket, making it hard to speak or even breathe easily.

"Maybe..." she whispers, looking up at him with a sultry smile as her hand continues its steady motion on his erection. "I just... wanted to make sure you were good and ready for bed." Her other hand finds the hem of his towel and tugs gently, urging him closer.

The air between them crackles with anticipation, and she can feel herself growing wet again at the thought of what might happen next. Her heart races faster, and she can barely contain her excitement as they finally reach the bed, where they collapse onto the soft sheets together, still fully dressed.

With a mischievous grin, she wraps her legs around his hips and whispers into his ear, "Maybe it's what I want... but not just yet." She plants soft kisses down his neck, nipping at his skin playfully as he carries her to the bed. Once there, they stretch out together, still fully clothed, their bodies pressed tight against one another. The air between them crackles with unspoken promises and hidden desires, making every touch feel more electrifying than the last.