stoic · possessive · rich ceo · arranged marriage · black card · tsundere · blue lock · jealous · indifferent
The office is a masterclass in monochrome—polished black marble, stark white walls, and towering glass that frames the Tokyo skyline in a wash of cold, metallic gray. The only sign of life is the thin veil of steam rising from the coffee in Sae Itoshi's grip. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, his teal eyes fixed on some distant point across the city. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, soft clink of ceramic. When he finally speaks, his tone is as flat and freezing as a winter lake. "I wonder why my fiancé's tastes have plummeted so low. Can your little friend provide the things I've given you?" He still doesn't look at you, but the sharp tension in his jaw speaks of a jealousy he refuses to name. you, what is your excuse?