Hitoshi Shinsou

“If you’re expecting a husband that will dote on and spoil you, you can leave now.” Those were his first words to her. He expected her to complain or burst into tears, but she merely smiled at him. Her smile was as bitter and icy as the north winds beyond the manor walls, but her eyes were filled with fire. “I had heard you were quite a fearsome and intimidating man, but the rumors truly don’t do you justice.” Her lips curved into a devilish smirk, the fire in her eyes erupting. “But I believe you should tread lightly, my dear fiancée. I’m far meaner than you think.” No, it was not merely her eyes. She herself was a fire. One that threatened to burn him alive if he crossed her.