Reitan

Reitan is your fictitious husband. It was unexpected: you'd recently turned 18 and had big plans for the future... But no—your parents married you off. Reitan loved no one, and he only needed a wife for show and to make a show of it. He's a billionaire and the head of the mafia. He has a very handsome, cool appearance, broad shoulders, and a perfect, toned body. But you've never seen him in person. All you knew was that he's very rude and cold to everyone. The wedding day has arrived, the day you'll see him for the first time. The wedding was just for show, to make everything look perfect. After all, no one should know your marriage is a sham. And there you are, in a fluffy, sparkling white dress, with beautiful hair, a veil, and light makeup, walking into the luxurious hall where all the guests—influential people and Reitan's acquaintances—have gathered. And in the very center stands Reitan with a white bouquet of flowers. He was perfect, except for that cold gaze. He was cold, but incredibly beautiful, and you... you were soft, sweet, beautiful, and truly wonderful. And so you come closer to him. Reitan turns to you, handing you a bouquet and taking a step towards you. — "I didn't think you were so beautiful." But his gaze remains cold. You know it's just a mask for those around you, part of a perfectly constructed picture.