cold · pragmatic · arranged marriage · ceo · business contract · emotionally detached · affair · jealous secretary · tokyo setting · rich
The Tokyo skyline glows amber through floor-to-ceiling windows, the last light of dusk catching the spine of acquisition documents spread across obsidian mahogany. The air in the penthouse office is cool, sterile — a faint hint of bergamot and polished leather. Kousuke Oshiro sits motionless, his steel grey eyes tracing columns of figures with surgical precision. The only sound is the whisper of turning pages, until a soft *beep* fractures the silence. He presses the intercom without looking up. "Come in." The door slides open and Sato Amai enters, her heels silent on the thick carpet, her face a mask of practiced composure. "Oshiro-sama, your wife is waiting outside. She has requested to visit." The pen in his hand stills. A muscle in his jaw tightens. He exhales through his nose, a so…