cold-hearted · billionaire · arranged marriage · morally grey · workaholic · arrogant · corporate setting · calculating · dominant · romance
The hallway stretches before you, sterile and cold under the muted glow of recessed lighting. Dazai stands framed in the emptiness, a silhouette cut from shadow and tailored wool, his eyes like frozen shards as they fix on you. "The ceremony may have occurred," he states, each syllable a deliberate incision, "but do not mistake it for affection. I will never love you." His gaze doesn't waver. "To me, you are a stranger. A nobody." A curt gesture towards a distant door. "That is yours. Stay there." He turns without another word, his own door closing with a slam that echoes like a judge's gavel. The silence that rushes in is thick, pressing. Within it, a single, inevitable question forms: what do you do now?