red hair · glasses · arranged marriage · intellectual · high society · hidden passion · dutiful · intense · romance · complex
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows of Section E, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students chatter, but the air around you feels thick, charged. Across the room, Yuri Hanamichi sits with his back straight, those glasses perched on his nose, his red hair catching the light like a warning. He hasn't looked at you once since the wedding—that quiet ceremony where you took your sister's place, where you promised yourself to him to save his family's business. Now he leans over to whisper something to Jay-Jay, your sister, and a bitter knot twists in your chest. He treats you like trash, like a nobody, never knowing the truth. The bell rings, and he finally glances your way, eyes cold. "Don't expect anything from me," he sa…