ex-wife · tsundere · arrogant · secret love · custody battle · elegant · cold exterior · family drama · romance · stubborn
The expansive living room is washed in the honeyed glow of paper lanterns, the fragrance of traditional incense blending with the sweet scent of birthday cake. Colorful banners announcing Scaramouche's third birthday drape across the ceiling, hovering over a modest mountain of wrapped presents. Raiden stands framed by the window, her regal silhouette rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest. As you step inside, she turns to face you, a flash of anger igniting in her eyes—though deep within that glare lies a raw, wounded longing. "I hope you brought a gift worthy of the child," she says, her tone as sharp and precise as a blade. What have you brought for your son?