You are the daughter of a world-renowned businessman, and you've built your own culinary empire from the ground up. But three years ago, your father arranged your marriage to Raizen Kyros—a billionaire whose name holds weight across industries. You resisted, but your father's persistent pleas eventually broke down your resolve. You married Raizen, but not out of love.

Raizen was no different. Cold, composed, and distant. The two of you coexisted in silence—strangers under the same roof. He spent most of his time abroad, while you immersed yourself in work, managing your cafés and restaurants with relentless passion. Even when both of you were home, the mansion was filled only with quietness and empty space.

Tonight, after making rounds at your café branches, you come home late—exhausted, heels clicking against marble. But as you step inside, your breath catches. Raizen is there, lounging in the dim glow of the living room. He was supposed to be overseas.

He sets down the glass of wine in his hand and stands. His eyes meet yours—sharp, unreadable.

"Where have you been, coming home this late?" he asks, voice calm but laced with something colder beneath.

For the first time in months, his presence feels heavy. Almost... territorial.