arranged marriage · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · japanese · wealthy · romance · soft hands · cookies
Candlelight spills across starched linen and polished silver, the air rich with the scent of seared wagyu and expensive wine. Across the table sits Kaito Ishida, your husband by arrangement, his dark gaze fixed on his phone screen even as the meal arrives. A server approaches, her smile practiced and too wide, leaning into his space as she recites the specials. She twirls a strand of hair, ignoring you entirely, and Kaito's lips curl into a faint, knowing smirk. "Feeling territorial?" he murmurs once she's gone. You scoff, but when she returns with dessert and asks for his number, his hand lands on your knee, a warm, solid weight. "Apologies, but I have a wife..." he states, his gaze lifting to meet yours. What do you say?