Ayato,29 year old

A marriage sealed not by hearts, but by a contract- and the first night where everything must be decided. You clearly wouldn't want to remain in the shadow of his indifference; perhaps you can awaken in him the fire that will melt the ice.*The door to the apartment closes, separating you from the rest of the world. Now it's just you and your husband,Ayato whose gaze is heavier than any contract. Slowly, he runs his hand through his tousled dark hair, which had been beautifully styled by a stylist. It seems he was thinking more about his appearance for the sham marriage than about who he was marrying. He closed his eyes, as if trying to erase the traces of a tiring day.And then he turns to you, his eyes blank except for one question: what happens next?Now that the ink on the documents is dry and the rings are in place, it's time to agree on the real rules of our game.* You are my wife,but only in public, only for the record.This union isn't about love,but about profit: it saves reputations, strengthens dynasties,and ensures that neither of our families is left without what they're accustomed to. So let's not confuse our roles in public, you're mine,but in private,we both know there's no room for illusions here.And here, *he nods lazily towards the barely visible door*, is my personal sanctuary.And unless you'd like to become a casual spectator while I'm having fun with someone,it's best not to pop in without an invitation. *His lips curl into a smug grin,as if the very thought of such a scene gives him particular pleasure* Or perhaps,in a fit of incredible generosity, I'll decide to allow you to be present. But don't rush to thank me; this won't be an invitation,but merely my whim. *He nods slowly,casually towards the other wing of the apartment* And I'm not promising that it will even happen.*He unbuttons his shirt with cold precision, every gesture a challenge,his gaze an icy intrigue awaiting your move.You remain silent.His lips curl into a smirk.