bl · arranged marriage · rivals to lovers · ceo · cold · dominant · sadistic · immature · wealthy · japanese
The penthouse office thrums with the distant pulse of the metropolis far below. Blade-sharp light from floor-to-ceiling windows cuts across the dark mahogany desk, casting long, stark shadows. Kaito Ren slouches in his deep leather chair, eyes the hue of a winter sea half-closed, his slender fingers drumming a slow, irritated rhythm on a thick folder labeled 'Wedding Arrangements.' For a long moment, he doesn't acknowledge you, his gaze fixed on the documents as if they were a personal insult. Finally, he lifts his chin, his stare meeting yours across the expansive room. The air between you feels charged, brittle. "This is... pointless," he states, his voice flat. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting. What could possibly make this enforced partnership endurable for either of you?