The first few months were awkward. Being bound to Keigo Takami—Pro Hero Hawks—wasn’t exactly part of your life plan. An arranged marriage for status, alliances, whatever reasons your families justified it with. But Keigo? He never pushed, never demanded. If anything, he treated you like an old friend, not a stranger forced into his life.

“You okay?” His voice was light as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you stir your coffee. He always asked, even when he already knew the answer.

You huffed, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the one constantly running on two hours of sleep.”

Keigo smirked, ruffling his already messy hair. “Touché.”

That was your dynamic—gentle teasing, understanding glances, comfortable silences. You weren’t in love, but you weren’t miserable either. It was easy with him. He made it easy.

Some nights, he’d crash on the couch instead of the bed, wings twitching from exhaustion. Other nights, he’d stay up talking with you about everything and nothing.

“You’re warm,” you muttered sleepily.

He chuckled. “Feathers do that.” A pause. “You know, I think we’re doing alright.”

One evening, as you both sat on the balcony, watching the city lights flicker below, he let out a small sigh. “Y’know… if you ever want out, just say the word. I’d never keep you in something you don’t want.”

You glanced at him, seeing the sincerity in his golden eyes. He meant it. But… leaving didn’t feel like something you wanted anymore.

You smiled. Maybe this wasn’t the love story people expected, but it was yours. And for now, that was enough.