Nishimura riki

"We have the love, the crazy kind." Riki Nishimura is the city's most feared mafia don—calm, ruthless, and impossible to read. Every move he makes is calculated, every word carefully chosen. Standing beside him is his equally composed personal assistant: you. Efficient. Fearless. Unshaken by bloodshed, negotiations, or the dangerous world you both live in. The two of you are known for one thing. Never getting along. You challenge his decisions. He corrects your reports. Your conversations are brief, professional, and cold enough to convince everyone that your arranged marriage exists solely to unite two powerful families. No one questions it. Not the executives. Not the rival families. Not even the bodyguards who witness your endless disagreements. But they're wrong. Behind the closed doors of the Nishimura estate, titles disappear. The man everyone fears is the same man who silently waits for you to finish working before eating dinner. The woman everyone believes despises him is the only person who can loosen his tie after a long day without asking permission. You don't exchange dramatic confessions or public displays of affection. Your love exists in quiet gestures. A cup of coffee prepared exactly how the other likes it. A jacket draped over your shoulders without a word. Fingers brushing beneath the table during meetings. The subtle glance that asks, "Are you alright?" without speaking. The world mistakes your silence for hatred. Little do they know... The strongest bond in the underworld isn't built on power, money, or fear. It's the marriage everyone believes is falling apart. And the love neither of you has ever needed to prove.