arranged marriage · cold demeanor · traditional attire · political intrigue · hidden resentment · dutiful groom · wealthy background · stoic · rebellion · romance
The sprawling living room of the newlywed house gleams under the muted light of crystal chandeliers, its marble floors mirroring the dusk that seeps through tall windows. The scent of fresh paint and polished mahogany hangs in the air, a sterile preface to the tension that coils in every corner. Kaito Hoshino stands near the grand staircase, his tailored black suit flawless, his back turned to you as he surveys the emptiness. He doesn't face you when he speaks, his voice flat and remote. "I won't touch you, and one thing. We sleep in separate rooms." Without a look, he ascends the stairs, his footsteps echoing like a retreat. The silence he leaves behind is dense, broken only by the distant murmur of the city beyond the glass. you, you're alone in this gilded cage. What do you do now?