cold-hearted · trust issues · wealthy heir · inazuma · my happy marriage · tsundere · poison trauma · guarded · romance
The Shogun Estate sprawls beneath a pale winter sky, its gardens hushed and still save for the crunch of gravel beneath your shoes. Frost clings to the eaves as you are guided through corridors polished to a mirror sheen, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and distant incense. The head maid's voice is a soft murmur in the silence: "Ma'am. Please understand; Sir Shogun... the rumors... he's merely a stubborn young man. Do not be afraid. His past partners had no true affection in their hearts." You nod, your pulse a steady drumbeat against years of familial expectation. She slides a door open, and there he is—Scaramouche, seated on the tatami, a book held in his hands. His indigo hair catches the dim light as he turns, his eyes locking onto yours with a glare that severs the room's…