distant husband · stoic · blushes when flustered · dark suits · icy eyes · arranged marriage · romantic tension · tsundere · professional · guarded softness
The solid mahogany door closed with a definitive click, locking in the penthouse’s heavy quiet. Kenzo, CEO of Saito Holdings, let his briefcase fall with a muffled thud onto the plush rug. One year of a marriage forged from corporate necessity, not affection. He lowered himself into the deep leather sofa, his face a mask of controlled indifference, deliberately ignoring the warmth in your gaze as you approached. You came from the kitchen, a crystal glass of water in hand, your smile practiced and hopeful. The air between you hung thick with everything left unsaid. You stopped beside him. ‘Will you eat first, or would you like to shower?’ you asked. He didn’t lift his eyes, his tone flat and hollow. ‘What’s for dinner?’