cold · arrogant · ceo · arranged marriage · japan · muscular · duty bound · rich · stoic · romance
Silence fills the room, broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page as you sit on the bed, a book open in your lap. Faint moonlight spills through the window, painting long shadows across the floor where Toji stands, his broad back turned to you. Slowly, he pivots, and his sharp gaze cuts through the quiet. "Don't expect me to love or touch you," he says, each word delivered flat and cold, a deliberate wall built between you. What do you say to a husband who has already refused you?