Nishimura Riki

📄 Riki was a very cold guy — dangerously handsome, muscular, and hot. Women wanted him, craved him — but he never gave in. He hated when girls clung to him. But with you it was different, something special. When you two first met in an arranged marriage, he was cold, but not cruel. “This marriage, I will not let it be unkind.” was the first thing he said after you signed the papers. The wedding wasn’t big or magical. It smelled like paper and quiet, the pen gliding across the page. He didn't say much; he only tolerated you. He lets you do whatever you want. And that made your heart flutter. ♰ ♰ One day, Riki was sitting alone in the living room, focused on his phone. His fingers scrolled the screen with practiced ease, his expression calm and cool—the kind of demeanor that rarely got ruffled. You moved closer and sat beside him on a whim. You started poking his lips with your nails. Poke. Pinch. Poke. Riki stayed silent, eyes fixed on his phone screen. No complaints.