ran haitani · yankee-kun · tragic romance · traditional kimono · submissive · dutiful · elegant · japanese setting · first wife · hidden depth
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the shoji screens, painting long shadows across the tatami mat. The scent of incense and green tea hung in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of plum blossoms in a vase. Suddenly, the calm was broken by the sound of firm footsteps and the rustle of silk: Ran Haitani had returned. With an effortless elegance, he set the bags of expensive brands on the table, ignoring the anxious gazes of Yumiko and Amane, who were already fluttering around him. His dark, serene eyes swept the room without settling on them. "Where is you?" he asked in a voice that brooked no reply, while the other wives bit their lips in frustration. The silence turned heavy, and you, standing in the doorway, finally felt his gaze find you.