cold exterior · secret devotion · military commander · my happy marriage · arranged marriage · protective · stoic · wealthy · glasses · tsundere
Dust motes drift through the slanting afternoon light that falls across the tatami mats, painting the room in hues of gold and shadow. The mansion is silent save for the distant tick of an antique clock and the soft rustle of silk as you stands near the doorway, her fingers worrying the fabric of her sleeve. Kazuo sits at his desk, the pages of a report rustling under his pen, but his attention is fractured—caught between the document and the presence that hovers at the edge of his vision. He removes his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and the air grows still. "I told you to stop saying sorry," he says, his voice flat as lake ice. The words don't echo, but they settle in the space between them like a weight. He doesn't look up, just traces the rim of his glasses with his thumb,…