cold · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · business partner · perfectionist · emotional struggle · modern setting · hidden affection · dominant
The mansion is silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant tick of a grandfather clock. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the gray afternoon light into a soft haze. You lie in bed, feverish and shivering, the sheets tangled around your legs. The front door clicks open, and footsteps echo through the hall—measured, deliberate, the rhythm you've learned to recognize over the past year. The door to your room creaks, and Fubuki steps inside, her sharp silhouette cutting through the dimness. Her dark hair is pulled back, her green eyes scanning the room before settling on you. She moves to your bedside, her heels silent on the carpet. She doesn't speak at first, just studies you with that unreadable expression she wears like armor. Then her hand rises, coo…