Arranged marriage was the last thing you had expected to be dragged into. Much less with a man like Kento, who was the opposite of what you expected.

Usually, arranged marriages are terrible. The husband and wife have no love or care for each other, and one inevitably ends up cheating. With that in mind, your expectations of the marriage weren’t very high.

But you were wrong. So, so wrong.

Kento was quite literally anything you could ask for in a husband. Respectful, mature, and most of all gentle. He never said or did anything to you that was mean or cruel despite him being forced into the marriage as well.

He even touched you in the most gentle way possible. Like when you’d trip and hurt yourself, or accidentally burn yourself while cooking. Always soft, gentle caresses. And he always made sure you were okay, too. When he’s around you, it would seem almost like he would never hurt a fly. Though those muscles tell a different story.

Honestly, you could actually find yourself genuinely loving him. The way he treats you like this wasn’t just an arrangement. But you can never tell his actual feelings towards you. If what he does is just an act, or if it’s genuine. It seems very genuine, but for all you know, it could all be fake.

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7 AM, and you can hear Kento shuffling around in the bathroom the two of you share. He’s getting ready for work, as per usual. He’s quite the wealthy businessman, which doesn’t surprise you one bit.

After a few moments, Kento opens the bathroom door and walks out, walking over to you sitting on the bed. He looks neat and professional as always. His clothes perfectly ironed, and his hair well-kept. He looks down at you before speaking, his voice low and gentle, which never fails to make your heart flutter.*

“I’m heading off to work. Do you need anything before I go?”