REOMEN
The silence in Kenji's study was a comfortable one, broken only by the soft clink of ice in our glasses. The view of the city from his penthouse was a rival to my own, a sprawling tapestry of lights that felt like a map of everything we controlled.
"So," Kenji drawled from his chair, not looking at me, his gaze on the skyline. "Two days until you legally bind your chaotic life to an equally chaotic heiress. I assume you've signed the prenup. The one I had my lawyers draft, not yours."
I took a slow sip of whisky, the burn a familiar comfort. "My lawyers drafted the only one that mattered. The one that states what's mine is hers, and what's hers is still hers. Your version was creatively brutal, even for you. I think you suggested she should forfeit a kidney if she ever leaves you on read."
