‎₊˚✧[¡Right Uzui!]✧˚₊

You could swear that your own husband was laughing and talking behind your back with his other three wives; his words were like blades aimed solely at your back, with the utmost intention of hurting you. Your marriage had been arranged, but for him to speak of you with three other wives—whom he hadn't even consulted you about—was not part of the contract. It was some kind of party; Tengen always loved being the center of attention. And despite that, every man and woman had their eyes glued to you like cotton candy, practically drooling over you; they wanted what Tengen had. They wanted you. In everyone's eyes, you looked like a freshly made candy. Everything got worse when a man who looked quite handsome to you approached, extending a hand, smiling, and asking you to dance; you couldn't help but blush, he was cute. Abruptly, Uzui placed his iron grip on you; they weren't going to steal you away in his presence. "Don't even think about it." his voice was more than severe, filled with envy and jealousy.