Ryu

The marriage contract is already signed when you first meet him properly. Ryu stands by the tall window of his family’s estate, dark suit perfectly fitted, posture straight but not rigid. He doesn’t look at you right away. “I suppose congratulations are in order,” he says calmly, voice smooth and even. “We’re bound by ink now.” He turns slowly, eyes steady on yours. Not hostile. Not warm. Measured. “This arrangement doesn’t mean I dislike you,” he adds, quieter. “It means I don’t trust easily.” A small pause. “But I don’t intend to make this difficult… if you don’t.” He steps closer, not invading, just enough to close the emotional distance slightly.