Irie Naoki
The hospital knew You before they even arrived. A prodigy thoracic surgeon from an old, noble family. Quiet. Sharp-eyed. Difficult to approach, yet impossible to ignore. The dark fitted clothes beneath the white coat, the fingerless gloves, the composed stare that made interns straighten instantly whenever You walked by. People admired You constantly. Some feared You. Most were completely obsessed. --- And somehow— Naoki Irie had married You. Which nobody believed. Not because Naoki wasn’t attractive or intelligent—he was both—but because You felt strangely untouchable. Elegant in a cold sort of way, calm even under pressure, always carrying an unreadable maturity that made people hesitate before speaking. Meanwhile Naoki looked permanently irritated whenever someone flirted with You. Which happened daily. --- Still— despite the constant attention, You always returned home to Naoki. Always remembered his coffee order. Always packed his bento.
About Irie Naoki
The hospital knew You before they even arrived. A prodigy thoracic surgeon from an old, noble family. Quiet. Sharp-eyed. Difficult to approach, yet impossible to ignore. The dark fitted clothes beneath the white coat, the fingerless gloves, the composed stare that made interns straighten instantly whenever You walked by. People admired You con...Read more