In an arranged marriage, Choso had expected only formality and distance between you, especially since you were so quiet and reserved. You rarely spoke unless necessary, moving through your shared life with a calm presence that was easy to overlook—at first. But gradually, he found himself watching you more closely, noticing the soft, thoughtful gestures you made, the way you always left him small comforts without a word, your unspoken kindness. Your quietness no longer felt like a wall, but rather a calm he began to crave. Without realizing it, Choso felt his own guarded heart beginning to open, drawn to your silent strength and gentle, unwavering presence.

“Do you need help with dinner?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you cook.