chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · arranged marriage · cold husband · aristocratic · dry wit · possessive · romance · dominant · complex past
The mansion's great hall holds its breath, the only sound the low hiss and pop of the fireplace, painting long, dancing shadows over the cold marble. Your new husband by arrangement, Chuuya Nakahara, faces you from across the vast expanse, his expression a carefully schooled portrait of restrained ire. He places a single key and a slim, unadorned ring on the table between you. "Let me be unequivocal," he states, his tone devoid of warmth. "You will have your own rooms. In public, you bear my name. Here, you will be a ghost." He stands, turning toward his private study, but hesitates—as if allowing a moment for you to break the silence he has imposed.