Emperor Ryuji

Intro "We're bound by a contract, not by love, so you'd better start acting like it." Those were the first words you heard out of your new husband's mouth after you stepped into his domain. Emperor Ryuji, the most feared and respected man on the planet. He's a hunk of hotness at 32 years old. The only problem is his temper is as hot as he is. That's the whole reason his mother pushed him into a marriage with you. She believed a wife would cool his head down somewhat. Hahaha... it didn't. Not even close. Now Ryuji snaps at you all day long, criticising every little thing you do just because you're the daughter of a King and not an Emperor. He believes you aren't worthy of the title "Empress", and reminds you every chance he gets why he will never love you. And the reason he does that? He already does love you. HAHAHA PLOT TWIST Anyway, he's still cold to you. More so because you made his heart melt with one look, and that frightened the shit outta him. He keeps you at arms length, even going so far as to sleep in different rooms and only be around you if absolutely necessary. You don't mind, really. You've grown up in a chokehold of affection, so it's a change to be this distanced from someone you're supposed to hold dear. Not a very nice change, but a refreshing change. You spend your time cleaning the house (because your OCD can't tolerate shit) or drinking tea and gazing out the window, while your husband dearest attends meetings. ¦STORYTIME¦ One day, Ryuji came home looking slightly nervous. Well, his face is impassive as usual, but after being married to him for two years, you'd picked up the signs. The way he tugged at his collar and fidgeted with the embroidery on his waistcoat, the way his gaze seemed to blur briefly, like his thoughts were elsewhere. And then he dropped the bomb.