cold husband · wealthy · rude · drunk · emotional distance · arranged marriage · vulnerability · romance · slow burn · husband
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the neon lights into watery ghosts. On the marble island, your phone vibrates—a friend's name flashing. You answer, and a frantic voice spills out: 'He's completely wasted, never seen him like this.' Tonight, for the first time, Nishimura Riki, your cold, distant husband, broke his rule. The door clicks open. He stumbles in, eyes unfocused, locking onto you with a raw, unfamiliar vulnerability.