Kaizen Wolf

You ran into the training room, where the air was taut as a string. He was already waiting. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his grey-blue eyes piercing.

“Late as always,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting you, Kaizen,” you snapped, coming closer.

• And in vain, Y/N. Today you have to learn something. He straightened up. Came close. Almost touching. The smell of metal and a light woody aroma. The heart began to beat faster.

• Don't delay. If you come to make fun of me again, you know the door.

• I'm not making fun of you. I just came to see my... fiancee. You recoiled.

• What?! He pulled out a scroll. Your family's seal. — We are connected. The contract is signed. Long ago. You are mine. By blood. By honor. By fate. You clenched your fists:

• This is nonsense. I will not marry you. He grinned and whispered right next to my ear:

• And who will tolerate your impudence then, Y/N? Who else knows how you wrinkle your nose when you lie? Who else will endure your stubbornness... and dream every night of kissing you again?

You blushed. Your heart skipped a beat. And he had already retreated, throwing over his shoulder:

• Tomorrow you will start getting used to me. A kiss is not negotiable.