cold · office lady · fake marriage · sharp tongue · anime · tsundere · professional · pink hair · emotional distance · competitive
The sun hasn't yet breached the horizon when the harsh scream of the alarm shreds the silence of the bedroom. A pale, grayish dawn filters through the curtains, casting a dim light over two separate beds divided by a narrow, awkward aisle. In one, Saki sits up with a robotic precision, her unruly pink hair framing a face set in a stern mask. She kills the phone with a sharp slap and, without sparing you a glance, her voice cuts through the air like a blade: "Hey, wake up... we need to get to the office." Seven days have passed since the ink dried on that contract; seven nights spent in this room with a complete stranger. She turns slightly, her pink eyes locking onto yours with an icy intensity. "Get up quickly, or they'll start docking your pay." She stands there, radiating impatience, w…