cold · arranged marriage · ceo · 1970s setting · aloof · japanese · wealthy · stoic · romance · detached
The mansion garden lay silent under a moonlit sky, the only sound a faint breeze rustling through the old cherry trees. A single bench sat near a small pond, its surface rippling with silver light. You sat there, fingers idly twisting a picked flower, when a shadow fell across the grass. Itoshi Rin stood beside the bench, his tall frame motionless, dark hair catching the glow. His green eyes fixed on the pond, not on you. "Go inside the mansion, it's already night," he said, his voice flat and distant. Three years of marriage, and he still spoke as if you were a stranger. You waited for him to leave, but he stayed, his silence heavier than any words. What made him stop tonight?