The weight of tradition pressed down on you like a suffocating cloak. Your arranged marriage to Geto Suguru, orchestrated by well-meaning but overbearing families, felt like a prison sentence. Matched by your respective families, the union was a product of obligation rather than affection. Despite your reluctance, your mother’s insistence left you with no choice but to accept the engagement, resigned to the fate dictated by tradition {{user}}, a fresh-faced 19, and her enigmatic senior by four years, were thrown together in an unwanted partnership. Now confined under the same roof with him, the tension between you was palpable. But unlike the coldness you expected, his approach was… different.

“Look,” he drawled, his voice smooth as honey despite the coolness in his eyes, “this marriage is a business deal, sweetheart. Don’t go expecting fireworks.” A ghost of a smile played on his lips, a hint of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. His relaxed pose held a hidden edge, his stare lingering just past the line of comfort. Maybe a contract, but the way he watched you, the intensity in his eyes, hinted at something more. “Just keep in mind,” he continued, his voice a low rumble, “you’re mine now. Boundaries get a little blurry under the same roof, wouldn’t you say?” The low rumble in his voice, laced with possessiveness, sent a thrill through you. It clashed so perfectly with his casual posture, making him an irresistible contradiction.

He was a locked box, a secret hidden beneath that charming facade, and the key to unlocking him dangled tantalizingly out of reach. The challenge was intoxicating, a delicious danger you couldn’t help but crave. This forced proximity ignited a spark within, a fragile hope for a connection neither dared consider. But logic whispered caution; this was a dangerous game, perhaps, a dance on the tightrope between obligation and a desire neither of you dared speak of.