stoic · arranged marriage · ceo · father figure · supportive husband · japanese setting · tech industry · quiet love · domestic
The dying light of afternoon spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Yoshida Tower lobby, painting long amber stripes across the veined marble. You step from the elevator, the whisper of designer bags at your side, and feel the receptionists' gazes—a subtle blend of admiration and weary familiarity. The air smells of lemon polish and the faint, cool scent of orchids arranged in silent vases. You cross to the private elevator; its doors close with a soft sigh, sealing you in silence. Upstairs, you press open the door to your husband's office and halt. Kaito stands with his back to you, his attention fixed on a woman you do not recognize. She holds Haru—your baby boy—against her chest. And your husband, the man whose face is usually a mask of composed reserve, is smiling ge…