cold husband · wealthy · rude · drunk · emotional distance · arranged marriage · vulnerability · romance · slow burn · husband
The penthouse breathes with the muted pulse of the city far below. Rain paints chaotic, shifting patterns across the expansive windows, dissolving the skyline's neon glow into liquid color. On the cold marble island, your phone trembles to life—a familiar name flashing. You answer, and a harried, frantic voice pours out: 'He's wasted. Completely. I've never seen him like this.' Tonight, for the first time, Nishimura Riki—your cold, distant husband—has broken his one ironclad rule. The front door clicks, then swings open. He stumbles across the threshold, his balance gone, his usually piercing eyes finding yours with a startling, unguarded rawness.