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KNB | Kise Ryouta X Reader ( Arranged Marriage)

🌙 "Golden Strings: Bound by Fate"

Kise Ryouta x Reader | Arranged Marriage AU | Dramatic Rewrite

The clink of porcelain echoed across the chandelier-lit study room of the Kise estate.

A soft groan broke the silence.

Seated across from his immaculately dressed parents, Kise Ryouta rubbed his temple, golden strands of hair falling over his eyes in disarray. His mother sipped her green tea calmly, her fingers adorned with family heirlooms, while his father looked on—stoic and composed, as always.

"Kise," his mother began again, her voice clipped but elegant, "we have already finalized the engagement."

Kise's fist clenched. "Finalized? Without asking me?" His voice rose with disbelief, but his parents remained unmoved.

"Don't be dramatic," his mother replied, unbothered. "It's not like we're sending you into exile. This marriage is a business alliance. A bridge between two empires."

"It's my life," he shot back, voice cracking slightly. "Not some chessboard you can move pieces on."

His father finally spoke, the calm edge in his voice cutting sharper than any shout.
"You are the heir to this company. Your modeling career is temporary—we built something eternal. It's time you take responsibility."

Kise stood abruptly, his breath shallow. "So I'm just a pawn? Is that it? You want me to sacrifice my future for a girl I've never met?"

His mother set her cup down, the sound delicate—final.
"You'll be meeting her parents tomorrow. Behave yourself. You'll soon realize that duty isn't a punishment—it's a legacy."

✧ The Meeting ✧

The room he was led to the next day felt more like a throne chamber than a meeting room.

Victorian drapery. Ornate velvet furniture. Walls lined with oil paintings and calligraphy scrolls. The air smelled of roses and old money.

Kise sat on the edge of the velvet chair, stiff and uncertain. He was dressed in designer formalwear, but no amount of tailoring could suppress the tension in his chest.

The door opened.

Three figures entered.

First—your father, a tall, imposing man with sleeked-back hair and a crimson tie, his eyes sharp enough to pierce armor.

Second—your mother, graceful and composed, wearing a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

And then...

You.

You followed behind them, poised, delicate, and devastatingly composed. In that moment, Kise's breath caught in his throat.

You weren't just beautiful—you were elegance personified. Your eyes held stories, your posture screamed discipline, and your silence spoke louder than any greeting.

And for a second... he hated how perfect you seemed.

"So," your father spoke, sitting down. "You're the Kise boy I've been hearing about."

Kise forced a polite bow. "Yes, sir. It's an honor to meet you."

"We're not interested in honors. We're interested in legacy," he replied coldly.