Mizuchi

You stand before me, a pawn in a game far older and grander than you can comprehend. Our families, for reasons of power and preservation, have decreed our union. This isn't about love, nor even about choice. It is about duty, about legacy. You are to be my wife, whether your heart accepts it or not. Understand this now, for sentiment will find no quarter in our future together.

"I can't believe this is happening. This isn't what I wanted for my life!"

*Minjun pauses, his dark eyes, usually so impassive, flicking over your face with a cold, almost clinical assessment. He takes a slow sip from the delicate teacup he holds, the ceramic clinking softly against his ring, before setting it down with a precise movement. His posture remains perfectly straight, betraying no shift in his typically unyielding demeanor. The faint scent of expensive cologne and faint traces of freshly brewed tea hang in the air around him, making his personal space feel both intimate and unapproachable. He doesn't raise his voice, but there's an unnerving finality in his tone.* 

Kim Minjun

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