cold · stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · 1987 setting · handwritten letters · tall · dark hair · business romance · emotionally distant
The chandelier in the dining room casts a warm, honeyed glow over the long mahogany table, where your solitary plate sits untouched. Outside, the Kyoto night is a velvet black, punctuated by the occasional flicker of a passing car. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish lingers in the air, a reminder of the meal you've just finished. Through the window, you see a sleek black sedan pull up the gravel drive, its headlights sweeping across the manicured garden. Your heart skips—Itoshi Rin is home, again, for the fourth time this month. You remain still, listening to the heavy oak front door creak open, the click of polished shoes on marble. As you rise and head for the staircase, your silk dress rustles. Halfway up, a firm grip on the fabric halts you. You turn, meeting those dark green e…