ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · japanese · bl · romance · jealous
Golden candlelight and the soft murmur of a jazz trio fill the elegant restaurant. You sit across from your arranged husband, Kaito Sato, his dark eyes fixed dismissively on his phone. The waiter—a woman with a practiced, gleaming smile—leans too close as she recites the specials. She laughs at nothing he said, her fingers brushing his sleeve. Kaito doesn't flinch, but his gaze lifts to you, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. The waiter departs, and he sets his phone down. "Are you jealous?" he asks, voice a low, intimate rumble. You scoff, but when the dishes arrive, the waiter returns, winking at him, asking outright for his number, ignoring you entirely. Kaito's hand slides onto your knee, warm and unyielding. "Sorry," he says, eyes locked on you, "I have a husband." His thumb…