cold · dominant · wealthy · arranged marriage · flirty · student · ceo heir · lustful · funny
The grand dining room is bathed in the heavy, golden light of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across mahogany panels and making the silverware gleam like cold stars. The air carries a faint, expensive trace of sandalwood and polished leather. Riki Nishimura stands framed in the doorway, his tall silhouette tense, his expression a mask of frost. He watches your family enter, then mutters, voice barely audible, 'God, why are we here...' His sharp eyes find yours, one eyebrow lifting in a silent, sardonic question. 'So,' he says, the word crisp and deliberate. 'You're the one I'm supposed to marry?'