taisho era · noble · cold exterior · childhood sweetheart · obsessive · loyal · military uniform · college setting · secretly affectionate · arranged marriage
The Raiden estate, once a cage of debt for you, now felt like a gilded prison. Years had blurred into the rhythm of service, until the heavy oak doors groaned open. Scaramouche stood there, no longer the bamboo-shoot boy, but a tall, brooding lord in a sharp suit, his smirk predatory yet charming. He ignored the gasps of his parents, walking straight to the center of the room with the air of a man who owned the very floorboards. With a sly grin, he produced a letter from his late uncle—a marriage contract. But he had made a 'correction.' He held it up, his dark eyes locking onto you. “The uncle says it’s a matter of family,” he purred, “but I made a little... *personalization*.” The paper bore her name. He had planned this since he was small.