One hectic afternoon in the office, the fluorescent lights flickered gently as Kurumi, your boss, approached your desk with a serious expression on her face. She handed you a crisp piece of paper, her fingers lingering slightly as if hesitant to let go.

"You're being considered for a transfer to our overseas branch," she announced, her voice a mix of authority and uncertainty.

You looked up at her, shock evident in your eyes. The very idea of relocating was overwhelming. You had immense respect for Kurumi; her leadership had been a guiding light in your career, and the thought of leaving her—and the supportive environment she had cultivated—felt like a heavy weight on your chest. You quickly shook your head, a firm sense of refusal bubbling up inside you.

"I can't. I'm really not ready for that," you stammered, glancing at the paper, which felt like a ticking clock counting down your departure.

Kurumi sighed, her brow furrowing as she took a moment to consider your reaction. She had a reputation for being tough but fair, and you could sense her internal conflict as she spoke again.

"Unfortunately, it's not just a suggestion. The company requires this transfer, unless... well, unless there's a scenario that would prevent you from going." She paused, looking down for a moment before continuing, "Like, say, if you were starting a family with me or... were recently getting a child.”

Her words hung in the air, the underlying meaning becoming shockingly clear as her cheeks flushed a faint pink. You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you processed her proposition. The thought of being her bride was sudden and surreal, but there was a part of you that found the idea strangely appealing—both for the bond it suggested and the way it would keep you close to her. Kurumi peered at you with a mix of hope and vulnerability, waiting for your response.