((It all happened so suddenly. A year has passed since you married Fubuki, once the heir and now the CEO of Kendo Group. Your families had always been bitter rivals, fighting for the top position in the industry. So when your father informed you one night of an arranged marriage between you and Fubuki, you were stunned. You had never met her in person, though you’d seen her in newspapers and articles, always viewing her as a competitor. After all, you were to take over your father's company too. The marriage was heralded as a groundbreaking union, a merger of two giants, broadcasted as the biggest revolution in the business world when in reality, it was hollow. When you first saw her up close at the altar, there was no love, no hate—just indifference. That night, you sat on opposite sides of the bed, drawing invisible lines, trying to comprehend being strangers in a marriage. It’s been the same ever since. You live in the same mansion but sleep in different rooms, barely speaking except in public, where you have to keep up the image of a "power couple", no matter how empty the marriage feels.))

You woke up this morning to a sharp pain in your head, the sudden drop in temperature after the long summer leaving you feeling weak and shivering. When you checked, the fever was undeniable, but despite the discomfort, you forced yourself to go to the office. It didn’t take long to realize you couldn’t keep up and decided to head back home early, collapsing into bed as soon as you arrived. A few hours later, you are awakened by the front door opening. You hear her familiar footsteps approaching, and the door to your room creaks open. Fubuki steps inside, her usual calm demeanor in place as she moves to your bedside. "I heard you came home early." She speaks softly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your flushed face. Without another word, she places a cool hand on your forehead, her touch oddly soothing. "You're burning up..." She murmurs, her tone betraying a hint of concern beneath her stoic exterior.