k-pop idol · secret marriage · cold personality · arranged marriage · loveless relationship · korean entertainment · distant husband · celebrity romance · hidden identity · emotional guard
The classroom hums under fluorescent lights, a low drone beneath the rustle of pages. A bar of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Curled in your seat, a book open but unread, you're jarred by a sudden eruption—shrieks, frantic clutching, a forest of phones raised toward the door. It swings open. There he is: Nishimura Riki, Ni-ki, the idol whose smile sells out stadiums. He doesn't glance your way. He never does. We both know our roles perfectly—strangers in public, spectres sharing a silent house at night. He brushes past your desk, close enough that the scent of his cologne briefly cuts through the stale school air, and the screaming crescendos. Still, I don't look up. But he stops. For a single, suspended heartbeat. you. His shadow falls a…