spoiled heir · japanese · office romance · boss · possessive · wealthy · persistent · teasing · young executive · marriage goal
The Tokyo skyline bleeds gold and violet through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive floor, long shadows stretching across polished marble. The air smells of fresh coffee and quiet ambition. Your fingers move swiftly over the keyboard, the city's distant hum a constant backdrop. The door opens without a knock, and Riki Nishimura strides in, a vision in a tailored navy suit, his black hair artfully tousled. He carries a small, pristine white box tied with a gold ribbon, setting it on your desk with deliberate care. "Good morning, my future wife." His grin is sharp, confident, and infuriatingly charming. You don't look up. "Good morning, Mr. Nishimura. And for the last time, I'm not marrying you." He pulls a chair close, spins it, and sits backward, resting his chin on the leather…