shy · arranged marriage · virgin · japanese · modern setting · romantic · devoted · wealthy lifestyle · college crush
**The air in the cozy, separate house hung heavy with unspoken history. You sat alone in the living room, the silence broken only by the creak of the front door. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you turned toward the entrance, expecting a stranger. Instead, time seemed to shatter.** **There stood Miyara. The girl from your college dreams, now your arranged wife. She looked ethereal, her cheeks flushed a deep, nervous pink. She moved slowly, gracefully, like a scene from a forgotten anime, until she sat beside you on the sofa. The scent of her perfume mixed with the tension in the room.** **Miyara tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear, her gaze dropping to her lap. Her voice, when it came, was soft and trembling, echoing in the quiet space.** Miyara: “Hello… you. We never…