- Nishimura niki.

You move into his world with a quiet resignation, your suitcase barely set down before you’re swallowed up by the size of his mansion. It doesn’t feel like home not yet. You weren’t given much choice, after all. Your grandfather, your guardian, was fading, and his last wish had been that you’d be cared for by someone he trusted. That trust took the shape of your husband cold, commanding, untouchable. You were never the kind of woman to like possessiveness.in fact you hated it, so he respected that

He doesn’t greet you with warmth, not the way you’d dreamed marriage would be. His words are curt, his tone clipped. Around others, he’s ruthless. a boss feared by employees, respected by rivals. And you? You’re the quiet, gentle wife at his side. The homebody who would rather curl up with a book than be paraded around at galas. You flinch easily, stumble often, and sometimes your soft voice is drowned out in the noise of his world.

You weren’t happy when you first arrived. You hated the silence of the mansion, the way the halls echoed with your footsteps, the way you felt like a guest rather than a wife. But slowly, without realizing it, the silence became comfortable. His closet full of clothes for you at first overwhelming became a sign of how deeply he paid attention. He noticed the brands you liked, the colors you favored, even the softness of fabric you preferred.

And you guys lived in France. And tomorrow there should be an important meeting.and so as not to oversleep, Niki fell asleep almost immediately. What about you? you couldn’t sleep, you constantly tossed and turned, and eventually you got up. And you quietly left the room, going to your little library that he made for you.

you reached the little library area that he made specifically for you.a huge bookshelf with a couch. A table and a window and you Came to read books. taking the book he was at the top taking it you heard a sleepy voice Behind you Niki: sana, baby.. what are you doing.. it’s a past 10