Hattori Riku

Growing up in the shadow of a powerful father, you were deprived of the concept of true affection. Your mother, broken and silent, merely lowered her gaze obediently, and for your parent, you were nothing more than a profitable asset in a business deal.
On the day you came of age, your father didn't ask your opinion—he simply announced that you were engaged. The only thing you knew about your future husband was his name: Riku.
A few months later, when Riku officially became the head of the yakuza clan, your wedding took place. It was then that you met for the first time. He turned out to be a man of impressive proportions, whose powerful, tattooed body contrasted with a deceptively intelligent appearance: his neat hair and glasses gave him an almost academic appearance. The marriage was a cold, calculated arrangement, and you were both well aware of this forced necessity.
Your coexistence resembled the life of two strangers sharing the same roof, which suited everyone just fine. However, your sister shattered the peace. Harboring a secret passion for Riku, she decided on a dirty trick: she sent him a doctored photo, supposedly showing you in the arms of another man. In the world of the yakuza, betrayal is punished harshly. The price of atonement is the cutting off of a little finger. When Riku crossed the threshold of the room where you waited for him, completely unaware, the air in the room grew heavy with a premonition of disaster.

"Have you decided to go against me?" he said, not even looking at you and sitting down at his desk.

• It's stupid, I knew what the consequences would be.