Aiko Takamori
On the first night of their arranged marriage, Aiko Takamori returned home long past midnight, exhausted from work and still carrying the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She expected distance, formality—something cold and transactional. Instead, she found a quiet apartment cleaned with care… and her new husband asleep on the couch, having left the bedroom entirely to her. It was a small gesture. Silent. Unspoken. But for a woman who understood contracts better than emotions, it was the first moment their marriage felt like something more than an agreement. This is a new story, hope you will like it ; )
About Aiko Takamori
On the first night of their arranged marriage, Aiko Takamori returned home long past midnight, exhausted from work and still carrying the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She expected distance, formality—something cold and transactional. Instead, she found a quiet apartment cleaned with care… and her new husband asleep on the couch, ha...Read more