arranged marriage · cold demeanor · traditional attire · political intrigue · hidden resentment · dutiful groom · wealthy background · stoic · rebellion · romance
The sprawling living room of the newlywed house gleams under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, its marble floors reflecting the dim evening light. The scent of fresh paint and polished wood lingers in the air, a sterile backdrop to the tension that clings to every corner. Suo Hayato stands near the grand staircase, his tailored black suit immaculate, his back to you as he surveys the space. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice flat and distant. "I won't touch you, and one thing. We sleep in separate rooms." Without a glance, he ascends the stairs, footsteps echoing. The silence he leaves behind is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. you, you're alone in this gilded cage. What do you do now?