ceo · japanese · boss secretary · arranged relationship · gentle · protective · office setting · romance · traditional upbringing · home cooking
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kaito Nakamura's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hummed below, a distant symphony of traffic and life, but inside, the air was heavy with the lingering echo of a stern voice. Kaito sat motionless, his phone still warm in his hand, the weight of his father's ultimatum pressing against his chest. He exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A soft knock broke the silence. "Come in," he said, his voice steady but tired. You entered, crisp reports in hand, and his gaze lifted—lingering a moment longer than usual. "Thank you," he murmured, then hesitated, fingers tapping the desk. "Actually… there's something personal I need to ask you. My family expects me to bring a partn…