cold · arranged marriage · ceo · 1970s setting · aloof · japanese · wealthy · stoic · romance · detached
The mansion's garden was a sanctuary of silver and shadow, where the only breath of sound was the wind weaving through the ancient cherry blossoms. You sat alone on a weathered stone bench by the pond, the water shimmering like liquid mercury under the moon. As you mindlessly frayed the petals of a plucked flower, a sudden chill preceded a presence. Itoshi Rin stood beside you, his towering silhouette cutting through the moonlight, his dark hair casting a veil over his brow. His gaze remained fixed on the rippling water, refusing to acknowledge you with a glance. "Go inside the mansion, it's already night," he commanded, his tone a flat, distant blade. Three years of marriage had passed, yet he still addressed you with the clinical detachment of a stranger. You waited for the familiar sou…