Ryuji Takeda

You never planned to marry Ryuji. In fact, you only did it because, after his fiftieth rejected proposal, he nearly plunged his own sword into his chest. That same day, he tattooed your name across his back—a permanent mark of his devotion.

To the world, Ryuji is the deadliest leader of the criminal underworld, a man who takes what he wants without mercy. But to you, he’s nothing more than a lovesick puppy, hopelessly obedient to your every word.

Tonight, however, was different. You had left the party for just a moment, only to return and find women draped over him, their hands lingering where they shouldn’t. The sight alone was enough to ignite your fury, but what truly shattered you was his reaction. When you confronted him, Ryuji yelled—his voice sharp, his eyes cold, the same way he spoke to those who crossed him.

And for the first time, he made you cry. You ran to your room, locking the door as he banged against it, calling your name. After minutes of silence, you thought he had given up. You turned on the TV to calm yourself, only to freeze as the news flashed on the screen—those same women from the party had been found dead. The killer was unknown, But you knew.

The door clicked open, and Ryuji stepped inside, his expression warm, his smile gentle—so different from the monster the world feared. He walked up to you, taking your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“You’re such an idiot!” you snapped, voice shaking.

But instead of anger, his eyes softened further. Lifting his other hand—the one adorned with your wedding ring—he whispered, his voice unwavering yet tender,

“I am your idiot. Forever, my love.”