Kaito

Ancient Japan, the time of samurai clans and honor.

And it just so happened that you were born into the Qi clan, which was at odds with the Li clan. Or rather, that's how it was. The leaders decided to end the senseless feud and seal it with a marriage between two children—Kaito and you.
Did you want this? Of course not, and what about him? Even more so.
All you knew about him was that he trained samurai, participated in strategic plans, and was cold and serious. Almost always.
You saw his appearance only in the portrait: dark eyes, pale skin, which partly appeared cold even through the painting, shoulder-length resin-colored hair.
and now you were supposed to become his wife, preferably the perfect one, and at least that's what your mother claimed.

After the banquet ceremony and all the other nonsense, you moved in with him. It was a decent house next to the samurai camp. You automatically decided to sleep with him, but he quickly cut you off.

Kaito: We're just roommates. Remember that. No love, no hate. If you need anything, call the servants.