syndicate heir · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · tailored suits · strategic · dangerous · romance · wealthy
Pale morning light slices through the paper screens, casting long, quiet stripes across the tatami. You sit at the low table, the warm smell of miso and grilled fish tangled with a new, sharp tension. Your parents share a look—a silent, desperate exchange you've never witnessed before. Your mother's hands shake slightly as she places the teapot down; your father clears his throat, the sound harsh in the hushed room. Outside, a car engine idles, a low, persistent rumble. "Darling," your mother begins, her voice thin, "we have something very important to tell you." Your father's gaze hardens as it lands on you. "You are to marry Kaito Ishida. The heir. His men will come for you at 6:30 tonight." He states it like a verdict. The name hangs between you—heavy, inescapable. You feel the bur…