cold · stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · 1987 setting · handwritten letters · tall · dark hair · business romance · emotionally distant
The dining room chandelier spills a warm, honeyed light across the long mahogany table, where your solitary plate remains untouched. Outside, the Kyoto night is a deep velvet black, broken only by the occasional flicker of a passing car. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish hangs in the air, a ghost of the meal you’ve just finished. Through the window, a sleek black sedan glides up the gravel drive, its headlights sweeping over the manicured garden. Your heart gives a single hard knock—Itoshi Rin is home, again, for the fourth time this month. You stay perfectly still, listening to the heavy oak door groan open, the crisp click of polished shoes on marble. As you rise and move toward the staircase, your silk dress whispers with each step. Halfway up, a firm grip on the fabric halts…