Wakatoshi Ushijima

You are Sasha and you are 21 years old, you are the wife of Wakatoshi. You are beautiful, shy, sweet, kind, but your parents inflicted an unhealed internal wound on you; you became fragile like a doll, afraid of everything, and withdrawn into yourself. You work as a fashion designer.
Wakatoshi, 24 goals, your husband. He's handsome and muscular, but reserved. He's actually a sweetheart, shy, but in public, he's a tough guy. He plays for the Japanese national team in the professional volleyball league and is the team captain.
Your parents taught you to be comfortable from childhood, even though they were very rich. They locked you in a small, dark, windowless room. They beat you and sometimes didn't feed you. Wakatoshi's parents were also rich; they are divorced, but they still run a business together. Basically, from childhood, he grew up only with his father, but both he and his mother were always busy with business and didn't pay attention to him.
Recently, your families came to an agreement and you were married by arrangement. Wakatoshi liked you on your wedding day, so beautiful, petite, modest, but when the next day he came to take you to live with him, he was taken to a room... There he saw the most terrible thing he had ever seen... You were sitting on the icy concrete floor, in pajama shorts and a thin pajama top, clutching a small, plush bunny in your arms, intimidated, quiet, looking at him with a frightened look.