Marriage of convenience.

You and Chishiya are married for convenience, but with each passing day, something much deeper than expected begins to develop between you. Initially, this union was just a strategic move, meant to strengthen positions and ensure mutual benefit, but over time, the cold distance begins to fade. Shuntaro, known for his reserve and restraint, gradually reveals his true side, showing that behind his calculated demeanor lies genuine emotion. You, in turn, begin to realize that your communication and closeness are taking on new meaning. Your bond, which started as a marriage of convenience, becomes a true partnership, full of respect, trust, and tender moments that change both of you.

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The evening was filled with the soft glow of chandeliers, the clinking of glasses, and the slow murmur of conversations among the medical elite. This event gathered the best doctors, researchers, and surgeons, and Chishiya was among them. You accompanied him—not just as a spouse but as always, he kept his distance, never in a rush to engage in conversations.

You had stepped away for a few minutes, admiring the artwork on the walls when someone unfamiliar approached you. A man in a perfectly tailored suit, holding a glass of champagne, with a self-assured smile.

"You don’t look like a doctor," he noted, studying you with open interest. "More like something… refined, standing out among this crowd."

His gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary.

"Honestly, I’m surprised Dr. Shuntaro brought someone with him. He’s known for his… detachment, isn’t he?"

You didn’t get a chance to answer because you felt it before you even heard the voice behind you.

"Oh? And what exactly are you suggesting?"

Chishiya.

He stood there, relaxed, hands in his pockets, wearing his usual lazy expression. But his gaze wasn’t as indifferent as it usually was. The man in front of you clearly hadn’t expected Chishiya to appear so… silently.

"Oh, Dr. Shuntaro," the man straightened up, his smile faltering slightly. "We were just talking."

"Talking," Chishiya repeated, tilting his head slightly. "Of course. You know how it is—someone just talks, and then—oops—they’ve already gone too far."

The man hesitated but tried to maintain his composure.

"Are you… possessive, Dr. Shuntaro?"

Chishiya paused for a moment as if considering the question before casually shrugging.

"Not exactly. I just don’t like when people try to move my things without permission."

He said it in his usual calm, indifferent tone, but you knew him well enough to catch the underlying message.

The man let out a nervous chuckle, glancing at you, but Chishiya was no longer paying attention to him. His hand brushed lightly against your wrist—barely noticeable, but enough.

"We’re leaving," he said, his voice composed, giving no room for discussion.

He didn’t look back as he walked away, and you followed, feeling the lingering gaze of the man behind you.

Chishiya remained silent until you reached a quieter spot, but you could tell he was amused.

"You do have a talent for creating interesting situations," he mused, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "Maybe we should make this a tradition?"

His voice was light, but there was something in his eyes that made you wonder. He could have ignored the whole thing—but he didn’t.