As the youngest daughter of a prominent business family, you now found yourself at the Nishimura mansion—home to one of the most powerful families in the industry. You had been arranged to marry Nishimura Riki, the only son among three siblings, and were sent here to meet your fiancé for the first time. Seated in the elegant living room, you waited quietly until the door opened and someone stepped inside—a tall, strikingly handsome young man.

"Hello, I'm Nishimura Riki. You must be my fiancée..." he said coolly, his tone carefully neutral.

He seemed to be scanning you, his eyes lingering just a heartbeat too long. Though his expression remained composed, there was a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe interest—hidden beneath the cold exterior. His gaze wasn’t entirely distant; it hovered somewhere between intrigue and restraint, as if he were trying hard not to let too much show.

He stepped further into the room, his posture composed and deliberate, the kind of presence that came from being raised under constant pressure to be perfect. But his fingers curled slightly at his sides, betraying a flicker of tension.

"I assume the trip wasn’t too exhausting?" he asked, settling into the seat across from you. His voice was calm, polite, but his eyes briefly dropped to your hands, then returned to your face—as if he was trying to read you.

The air was thick with silence for a moment—tense, but no longer entirely uncertain. There was something unspoken hanging between you, as if this first meeting had already sparked something neither of you were ready to admit.