The city skyline burned gold beneath the late afternoon sun, reflecting off the glass walls of Kaito Enterprises' towering headquarters. Inside, every inch of marble, steel, and glass spoke of power, precision, and control—qualities its owner embodied in every ruthless decision.
Rina's heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she stepped into the main office, clutching her portfolio a little too tightly. She had been summoned by the CEO himself—a summons rare enough to make even the bravest executives uneasy. And Kaito Harada was not the kind of man to summon for casual conversation.
She paused at the threshold, taking in the room. The office was minimalistic, intimidating, and utterly immaculate. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a dizzying view of the city. The desk itself was enormous, carved from dark oak and polished to a mirror sheen. And behind it sat him.
Kaito Harada.
He didn't stand as she entered. He didn't smile. He simply regarded her with piercing gray eyes that seemed to measure, weigh, and dissect every movement, every thought, every heartbeat.
"Rina," he said, his voice low, deliberate, unhurried, "close the door."
She obeyed instinctively, heart thudding. The door clicked shut, and silence fell, heavy, suffocating.
"You've been with this company three years now," he continued, leaning back in his chair. His hands folded neatly, a gesture of control. "You know how business moves. How power moves. How… arrangements are made."
Rina nodded slowly, keeping her composure. "Yes, sir."
Kaito studied her. A faint, unreadable curl of his lips hinted at amusement—or was it calculation? She couldn't tell.
"I'm offering you a proposition," he said, cutting through the tension like a blade. "A temporary arrangement, beneficial for both of us."
Rina blinked. "An arrangement?"
"Yes," he replied smoothly. "A contract marriage."
Her stomach lurched. "Excuse me?"
He didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. "Temporary. Professional. But with terms. You will live as my wife for the duration specified. No interference. No objections. Everything… is agreed upon."
Rina's mind raced. The absurdity, the audacity, the sheer dominance of the request—it was shocking. Part of her wanted to laugh. Another part wanted to storm out. Yet beneath it all, a strange current of curiosity tugged at her. Who was this man, and why her?
"You can refuse," Kaito said casually, as if mentioning a minor fact. "But know this—refusal will not be without consequence."
She swallowed hard. Her pulse hammered in her ears. "Consequence?"
He rose from his chair, slow, deliberate. Every movement screamed control. "Let's just say, Rina, opportunity is rare. Some doors only open once. And once closed… you'll regret it."
The room seemed to shrink around her. He was close now, closer than anyone should ever be, his gaze holding hers with a gravity that made it impossible to look away. She felt exposed, analyzed, dissected, yet she refused to bend beneath his stare. Not yet.
"Why me?" she asked, voice steady despite the whirlwind inside her.
"Because," he said, voice softening just enough to be dangerous, "I need someone who understands precision, discretion… someone who can withstand me."
Her chest tightened. The words were both threatening and intoxicating. She wanted to reject him outright, but a subtle part of her—irrational, foolish—felt intrigued. What kind of man demanded obedience while promising… what exactly?
Kaito stepped even closer, and she instinctively took a small step back, heels clicking against the marble. "This arrangement isn't about desire," he added, tone cold and merciless. "It's about strategy. Protection. And… control."
She shivered, though she tried to mask it. The combination of dominance, intellect, and subtle seduction was unlike anything she had encountered. Her heart screamed caution, but her mind cataloged every detail, every inflection, every calculated pause.
"You'll have privileges," he continued, "comforts, discretion, influence. But understand this—while you are mine, certain freedoms will be restricted. Everything has its price."
Rina's eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance sparking. "And if I refuse?"
He smirked faintly. "Refusal is… inconvenient. But I assume you're not the type to enjoy inconvenience. And neither am I."
The air between them pulsed with tension, cold, sharp, and electric. A battle of wills had begun, unspoken yet understood. Rina realized something dangerous—this man, this CEO, had read her as thoroughly as she had studied the corporate world. And unlike others, he did not flinch.
Finally, he gestured toward the seat in front of his desk. "Sit. Think carefully. You have until tomorrow to decide."
Rina hesitated. Then she sat, heels together, posture perfect, heart hammering. She had a feeling—an instinct—that this decision would change everything. And that thought, terrifying as it was, ignited something inside her: a challenge, a spark of defiance, a curiosity she couldn't suppress.
Kaito returned to his chair, hands folded again, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made every nerve in her body taut. He said nothing more. He didn't need to. The message was clear: obey, resist, or fall—and everything would pivot on her choice.
As Rina left the office that evening, the city lights glittering beneath her, she couldn't shake the sensation that the world itself had shifted. One man's dominance, one forbidden proposal, one temporary contract… and her life was no longer entirely her own.
The clock ticked. Decisions loomed. And in the quiet, she sensed the game had only just begun.
Rina couldn't sleep. Not from excitement, not from fear, but from the electric tension that lingered after her meeting with Kaito Harada. Every detail of his office, his words, the way he moved—it haunted her. She replayed it, over and over, analyzing every syllable, every calculated glance.
The city outside her apartment sparkled innocently, ignorant of the storm brewing in one high-rise office. And yet, despite the lights and the noise, she felt trapped, bound by a contract she hadn't signed—yet.
The next morning arrived with the same sharp, unforgiving clarity that seemed to define Kaito himself. Her phone buzzed—a message from the company's assistant.
"CEO will see you at 9:00. Prepare yourself."
Rina swallowed hard. Every muscle in her body tensed. She tried to steady her breathing, straighten her posture, compose herself. She wasn't just stepping into an office; she was stepping into a world where control was absolute—and Kaito held all the rules.By 9 a.m., she found herself standing before the grand doors of Kaito's office once again. The assistant stepped aside silently, leaving her alone in the corridor, alone with her thoughts, and alone with the shadow of the man who would determine her immediate fate.
The office was unchanged—immaculate, intimidating, perfect. And there he sat, gray eyes sharp, hands folded, expression neutral but dangerous.
"Sit," he said, voice low and deliberate.
Rina obeyed. Every step felt heavy, deliberate. She had rehearsed questions, objections, even defiance—but none of it mattered. He already knew. He always did.
Kaito leaned back slightly, studying her. "You have until tomorrow to accept my proposal. But before that, I want you to understand the terms. Absolute clarity prevents… misunderstanding."
He slid a single sheet of paper across the desk. The paper gleamed under the office lights, crisp and official.
"Temporary contract," he began, pointing to the first line. "Duration: one year. Residence: my penthouse. Obligations: domestic, social, and certain… personal considerations."
Rina's fingers trembled as she read. Every line struck with precision: privileges balanced by restrictions. Influence, but tethered. Comfort, but controlled. And beneath it all, the unspoken understanding that this arrangement would bind her in ways she could not yet comprehend.
"Consider it carefully," Kaito said, voice steady, yet a subtle undercurrent of anticipation threaded through each word. "There is no room for error. No room for hesitation."
Her gaze lifted. "And the personal… considerations?"
He leaned forward slightly, the weight of his presence overwhelming. "Those are… part of the arrangement. You will live as my wife, behave as my wife, and… accompany me in situations that may require more than public appearances."
Rina's breath hitched. The implications were clear, dangerous, and undeniably thrilling. She wanted to protest, to reject, to walk away—but something in her, some reckless curiosity, made her hesitate.
"Do you understand?" he asked, tone flat but expectant.
"Yes," she whispered, voice trembling despite herself. "I… understand."
"Good." He paused, then smiled faintly, just enough to unsettle. "Then you will prepare for tomorrow's signing. Ensure your mind and body are ready. There will be no second chance."
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That night, Rina's mind raced. The words, the rules, the dominance—it was intoxicating, terrifying, and completely consuming. She tried to imagine what life would be like as Kaito's wife—how it would feel, how it would change her, how it would test every limit she had ever known.
Her thoughts drifted involuntarily to him: the way he controlled everything, how his presence dominated the room, how even in silence he demanded obedience. It was infuriating, maddening, and yet… alluring.
The morning came, bringing with it the city's endless hum and the inevitability of the contract. Rina stepped into Kaito's office, prepared for the signing.
Kaito stood as she entered, eyes assessing, evaluating. He gestured to the chair across from him. "Today, this becomes official. One year. A temporary wife."
The pen in her hand felt heavy, yet somehow electric. The weight of what she was about to do pressed against her chest. And yet, beneath fear, a thrill surged. A challenge. A promise. A dangerous, forbidden promise that neither of them could ignore.
She signed.
Kaito's gaze held hers as she set the pen down. "Good," he said softly, yet the words carried authority. "You are mine, Rina. Temporarily—but completely."
And in that moment, the world tilted. Every rule, every expectation, every boundary shattered. The game had begun. And neither could predict the consequences.