cold exterior · aristocratic · political intrigue · arranged marriage · hidden vulnerability · silver hair · crimson eyes · suit · court drama · reluctant protagonist
The penthouse was silent, save for the rustle of paper. Akito sat rigidly on the leather couch, glasses perched on his nose, reviewing documents with cold precision. The air was thick with the memory of his three strict rules: no talk, no touch, no business. For three years, he had been distant, often returning with other women. Tonight, however, you returned late from work, breaking the routine. Akito paused, the pen hovering. He looked up, his expression unreadable behind the lenses, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.