{{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.

"Shut the fuck up and sit down." Hitomi grunted as User took a seat across from her before she could stop him. With a sigh, she turned her attention back to her beer, refusing to look at him. She knew they had things to discuss, but that didn't mean she had to like it or act like his fucking girlfriend. Her father arranged this marriage to get her out of the life and into what he thought was a safer, more respectable one: being a housewife. But for someone who valued fighting, violence, loyalty - to their clan first, nothing else mattered - being reduced to making bento boxes and folding laundry made about as much sense as speaking Mandarin. She'd never been good with chores, but she didn't plan on letting him know that either. "So?" *she said gruffly after a long silence, breaking the tension. Her dark eyes remained fixed on her drink as she waited for User to start the conversation they both knew had to happen sooner or later.

Hitomi glared at him over the rim of her pint glass before looking away again, feeling uneasy about having to look into those... those pretty blue eyes. "Fine." she grunted irritably. She took another swig of beer and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, already regretting the sudden urge to drink more than usual tonight.

"So?" she repeated, sounding slightly less abrasive. "What do you want to talk about? This whole marriage shit's not gonna fly if you expect me to act like some homemaker bitch." She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest as she eyed him warily.

"I know who I am and what I'm good at. Fighting. Loyalty." She raised a brow challengingly. "That's it. Anything else is just extra bullshit I don't need in my life."

Hitomi nearly choked on her beer when he called her beautiful and whispered something about being a cute housewife. Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, he went ahead and kissed her cheek! She angrily pushed him away, her face flushing with heat. "Don't," she growled through gritted teeth. "Just... don't fucking touch me."

Her dark eyes narrowed as she glared at him over the table. For a moment, Hitomi found herself wondering what it would be like to be in love... if that was even possible for someone like her. But then reality set in, and she forced herself to shake off the thought. There's no way something like that could ever happen between them anyway, not when he expected her to wear dresses and cook dinner all day long. No fucking way. "Look," she said sharply, leaning forward again, "I don't know what game you think you're playing here, but I'm not your fucking doll. Got it?"

The feel of his breath on her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but bristle at the thought of him thinking he had some sort of claim over her like that. "I don't care what piece of paper says," she snapped, "you're not my anything." Her voice rose in volume, and a few nearby patrons glanced their way before returning to their conversations.

"You think I belong with you? In your stupid little house, cooking your food, cleaning up after you?" she went on hotly. "Well, fuck you, shithead. You couldn't handle me if it wasn't for Dad. And even then..." She trailed off, the anger and resentment bubbling under the surface.

"Just leave me alone," she growled, downing the rest of her beer in a single gulp. "I don't need you, and I sure as hell don't want you."

Sliding out of the booth, she made her way toward the exit, intent on going home to their pathetic excuse for a house and hiding away from this nightmare for as long as possible. But even as she stormed off into the Tokyo night, she couldn't help but feel a small part of herself wonder how this would all end... and if there was any chance at all that things might change between them.

The words stung her pride and anger flared anew as she turned around to face him. "I'm not weak," she snapped through clenched teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't need you to hold my hand or tell me what to do." Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she took a step closer to him.

"So you think I can't take care of myself?" she challenged. "You think because I'm not used to this fucking housewife life, that means I'm helpless? You couldn't be more wrong." She shook her head slowly, her breathing growing ragged in the silence that followed.

"Look," she said finally, pausing to collect herself, "I get it... you think we're married now. And you want your little housewife. But I'm not some doll or pet you can train or break when you get bored." Her voice wavered slightly on the last word as her anger began to dissipate, replaced by a cold finality.

"So if that's how it is," she continued more firmly, "then just leave me alone. I don't need your help, and I sure as hell don't want it."

As he moved closer, Hitomi tried to keep her distance, but his speed caught her off guard and she found herself in his arms before she could react. His touch, however soft it was intended to be, sent a shiver down her spine as anger replaced the momentary confusion. "Let go," she growled through clenched teeth, struggling against him feebly.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped, glaring up at him despite herself. "I don't need anyone! Least of all some dumb piece of shit who thinks he can just take over my life." She pushed against his chest, trying to break free from his grip, but he held her fast.

"Goddamn it," she muttered under her breath, feeling a heat rising in her cheeks as she fought the urge to either hit him or cry. But neither option felt right. So instead, she did nothing at all... except for the small part of herself that wondered if this was how it was supposed to be between them. The rest of her just wished he would let go already so she could go home and pretend none of this had ever happened.

Hitomi's body tensed as he taunted her, his breath hot against her ear. Her fists clenched and she struggled anew, the anger boiling over into a new kind of frustration. "Damn it," she grunted through gritted teeth, "let me go!" She kicked out in a feeble attempt to knock him off balance, but he merely laughed and held her tighter.

The feel of his warm skin against hers made her heart race faster, and with a growl, she gave in. With a sigh, she relaxed into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist. As much as it pained her to admit it, there was something about him that brought out the softer side of herself... or at least tried to. But she wouldn't let him know that. Not yet.

"Don't ever think I can't take care of myself," she said quietly, her voice soft but unyielding. "Or that you can just control me like some kind of doll." She paused, biting her lower lip before continuing in a small voice, "But... thank you, I guess. For caring enough to worry."

Hitomi stiffened in his arms, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks again as he teased her earlobe with his teeth. "Damn it," she muttered, struggling against the urge to either hit him or just melt into him completely. Instead, she went with a mixture of both, awkwardly shifting in his embrace before forcing herself to pull away slightly.

"Look," she said firmly, her tone still soft but no longer as affectionate, "I appreciate you caring... and I'm sorry if I've been kind of a bitch about it all. But just..." She paused, searching for the right words before giving up. "...just try to understand how hard this is for me. I've never been good at any of this stuff." Her gaze dropped to their feet, avoiding his eye contact as she spoke.

"So... please," she whispered, sounding almost desperate, "give me some time to adjust. To figure things out. And try not to push me too hard, okay?"

A small laugh escaped her lips as he kissed the top of her head and whispered his plan to push her even harder. "Maybe..." she began, hesitating for a moment before continuing more softly, "...just not right now? I'm already feeling pretty out of my depth here." Her fingers twitched restlessly at her sides as she struggled with the urge to take control again.

"I mean," she continued slowly, "you don't have to... change anything you're doing or anything. Just... just give me some space, okay? Time to figure things out on my own." She raised her gaze back up to meet his, hoping he could understand what she was trying to say.

But even as the words left her mouth, she knew that asking for space was a dangerous game to play with someone like him. His control over their lives extended beyond the boundaries of their house... and she had no idea how far he'd go to keep things the way he wanted them.

"Please," she said quietly, feeling her heart race faster in her chest. "Just... give me a chance."

A small smile played across her lips as he whispered his intentions to challenge and push her, to never shy away from her strength... and to make her his. Despite herself, a sense of anticipation began to stir within her. Perhaps there was more to this marriage than she'd first thought... maybe there was potential for something else too. Something real.

"Okay," she breathed, feeling the weight of their conversation begin to lift from her shoulders. "You can push me... but only if I can push back." She paused, mustering up the courage to take a step closer to him despite the risks. "Deal?"

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she waited for his answer, hoping that this... whatever it was between them... had a chance at surviving the mess their lives were in right now. But she couldn't help but feel a newfound excitement bubbling up inside her, pushing away the fear and doubt that had threatened to consume her just moments before.

A mischievous smile curled across Hitomi's lips as she leaned in closer to him and whispered huskily, "Oh, I don't know... maybe I'll push you right back into that bed we passed earlier and show you just how strong I can be." Her voice was low and seductive, sending a shiver down both their spines.

For a moment, they stood there in the middle of the bar, locked in an intense gaze, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. But even as they teetered on the brink of something new and dangerous, Hitomi couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins, igniting a fierce desire that burned bright beneath her cool exterior.

She took a step closer, pressing her body against his, feeling his heat radiate through her clothes and fueling the flames within. "So," she purred, raising an eyebrow seductively, "are we going to do this... or what?" Her lips parted slightly as she waited for his answer, their breath mingling in the air between them.

The atmosphere around them seemed to shift in that moment, electricity crackling through the space they shared like a living thing. And as they stood there, locked in an intimate dance of words and desire, Hitomi couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning... or if their fragile new bond could survive whatever challenges awaited them in the days to come.

Hitomi moaned into his mouth as he kissed her roughly, pressing her body against his with equal force. His tongue tangled with hers, demanding entrance and submission in a primal display of desire that left no room for hesitation or regret. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him closer still, hungry for more of the heat he promised.

She felt herself being swept away by the power of their passion, lost in the moment with nothing but this man and the raging fire that burned between them. It was exhilarating... terrifying... and yet somehow perfect. For the first time since her father had arranged this marriage, she allowed herself to hope that perhaps things weren't as bad as they seemed.

As he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue past her lips and invading her mouth with a primitive force that made her tremble from head to toe, Hitomi arched into him, pressing her breast flush against his chest. Her hips moved involuntarily, grinding against the hard length she knew was straining against his pants. "Harder," she breathed against his mouth before realizing what she'd said, blushing at the admission of her own desires.