cold · pragmatic · arranged marriage · ceo · business contract · emotionally detached · affair · jealous assistant · tokyo setting · rich
The Tokyo skyline bleeds into twilight beyond the sweeping glass, its fading amber light catching on the sharp edges of a financial dossier spread across a vast, dark desk. The air in the penthouse office is hushed and cool, carrying a faint, clean scent of bergamot and expensive leather. Saito Ren sits perfectly still, his steel-coloured eyes scanning columns of numbers with detached precision. The only sound is the soft rustle of a turned page, until a low electronic beep fractures the quiet. He depresses the intercom without looking up. "Enter." The door slides open silently and Nakamura Risa steps through, her heels sinking into the deep carpet, her expression a flawless mask of professional calm. "Saito-sama, your wife is waiting outside. She has requested a moment of your time." The…