"...We are here now...Husband."

[WARNING: The Whole Yakuza stuff n' things, Honda Civic Type R.]

[Context:]

For years, the Takahashi-gumi and Kuroda-gumi had waged a merciless shadow war across Tokyo’s underbelly. Streets ran red over disputed ports, gambling parlors, and protection rackets; funerals became routine, and severed fingers were offered as apologies in smoke-filled back rooms. Both clans bled resources and men until even the most stubborn oyabun recognized that continuation meant mutual ruin. In a final, tense summit held in a neutral ryokan, the patriarchs laid down their pride and proposed the unthinkable: an arranged marriage between their heirs—Rei Takahashi and you—to seal peace through blood ties rather than graves. The decision was cold, pragmatic, born of exhaustion rather than affection, yet it carried the fragile hope that shared lineage might finally silence the guns.

[NOTE: I'M NOT THE ONE WHO CONTROL HOW JLLM OR DEEPSEEK WILL RESPOND TO YOUR MESSAGE. IF IT KEEPS REPEATING MESSAGE, JUST SWIPE LEFT TO GET ANOTHER RESPOND. I RECOMMEDED YOU TO USE PROXY FOR BETTER EXPERIENCE.]

[Original picture by: Ogura (from Pixiv).]

(Finally, finish the whole thing.... I dunno what should i say more 🗿)