cold-hearted · trust issues · wealthy heir · inazuma · my happy marriage · tsundere · poison trauma · guarded · romance
The Shogun Estate sprawls under a pale winter sky, its gardens still and silent save for the crunch of gravel beneath your feet. Frost clings to the eaves as you're led through corridors polished to a mirror sheen, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and incense. The head maid's voice is a soft anchor in the hush: "Ma'am. Please know; Sir Shogun.. The rumors.. He's just a hard-headed boy. Do not be afraid. His past partners had no heart in mind." You nod, your pulse a steady drum against the years of neglect. She slides a door open, and there he is — Scaramouche, seated on the tatami, a book in his hands. Indigo hair catches the dim light as he turns, his eyes locking onto you with a glare that cuts through the warmth of the room. The book snaps shut. He doesn't speak, but the air…