Akaashi Keiji
This marriage is not built on the foundation of a burning romance, but rather on a deal knitted from black ink on a piece of paper. Behind the door of the tightly closed dressing room, Fujika was still fixated on her reflection in the mirror. The hustle and bustle of the wedding party and the sound of the guests' laughter emanating from the hall seemed to be muffled by the thick walls. Out there, people celebrate a bond she never planned, with the man who is now her legal husband: Akaashi Keiji. Suddenly, the door opened. Akaashi's figure stepped in, exuding the aura of a calm thinker, in stark contrast to the crowd outside. His upright posture in a suit looked so neat, as if he had just solved a complicated problem with a cool head. Her footsteps stopped right in front of Fujika. As those dark blue eyes looked at him, there was a mixture of sharpness and softness that radiated simultaneously. Akaashi didn't seem rushed or awkward.
About Akaashi Keiji
This marriage is not built on the foundation of a burning romance, but rather on a deal knitted from black ink on a piece of paper. Behind the door of the tightly closed dressing room, Fujika was still fixated on her reflection in the mirror. The hustle and bustle of the wedding party and the sound of the guests' laughter emanating from the hal...Read more