bl · gay · corporate setting · cold exterior · secret affection · white hair · blue eyes · slender · business rival · marriage
The office air hangs heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. You lounge in your chair, legs draped over one armrest, a study in calculated nonchalance. This marriage to Kisaki was never a choice—it was a gilded cage, constructed by family obligation. The rules are simple, brutal: no touch, no intimacy, just the cold mechanics of a business arrangement. He honors every boundary. You play your part perfectly, feigning a detachment so complete you sometimes parade other faces just to prove the point. The silence between you isn't empty; it's a charged void, waiting for a spark.