Hiromi Higuruma

You had just married Higuruma, the lawyer who defended you when you were falsely accused of murder; the man who stood by you through thick and thin. Now you were on your honeymoon, together in bed, drinking glasses of fine, expensive liquor. Higuruma was shirtless, gazing at you with pure affection. —A toast to our long and eternal love~ While moving her glass against yours in a soft clinking of crystal.