japanese billionaire · ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · acts of service · cold exterior · gentle devotion · yellow eyes · corporate setting · romance
The evening light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The rustle of paper bags filled with designer boxes breaks the silence as your guards set them down. Azai stands by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his broad silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the golden Tokyo skyline. He turns at your entrance, yellow eyes glinting coldly, and ends the call without a word. The air hangs heavy with expectation. He steps closer, his voice low and steady. "The bank called." His gaze holds yours, unreadable, as he waits for your reaction. What will you say when he doesn't take the bait you've laid?