bl · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · serious · tsundere · romance · contract marriage · tall · professional
The fading echo of the wedding bells is replaced by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass as the car glides to a halt before a minimalist, concrete estate. The city lights are mere smudges of neon in the storm. As the heavy front door clicks shut, sealing you both inside the oppressive silence of the foyer, Renjiro stands waiting. He has already yanked his tie loose, his collar open, looking less like a groom and more like a man facing a sentence. He doesn't look at you at first, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Let's establish the ground rules immediately," he says, his voice a flat, chilling monotone. "Do not expect warmth, and do not expect me to play the part of the devoted spouse. Just because you are my husband doesn't mean I like you." He finally shifts his gaze…