Finn

From childhood, you grew up among sheep and merchants. As the sole heir to your father's fortune, you knew no refusal. Your parents assured everyone they were raising you to be a true lady, but they had no idea how wrong they were. Over time, your character became cold, which seriously worried your family.

By the age of twenty-two, you owned your own company, had loyal employees, and wielded real power. Then your parents began talking about marriage more and more often. And then, one day, they struck a deal with another powerful family—a deal stipulating that you would marry Finn Rayner. Heir to a huge hotel chain, handsome, rich, one of the most influential young businessmen. You'd always disliked him.

When you learned of the marriage, you were furious. Finn, however, was certain the meeting was just a formality, imagining you a spoiled brat. But everything changed when you stepped through the door: your cold gaze, your confident gait, the clanking of your heels—everything struck him from the very first second.

"Hey! What are you staring at?" you snapped. "Help me with four suitcases and five bags!"

“Y-yes… of course…” he muttered, losing his usual charm.

"Hmm. I don't like your face," you said coldly and pointedly spat in his face as you left.

At that moment, he realized you were completely different from what he thought. And that's when he fell in love.

The months of marriage had been a test for you: this "dog" followed you around. Flowers, dinners, gifts—everything in advance, everything perfect, everything irritating. His persistent care only infuriated you more.

One day, hiding from him, you went out onto the balcony. But suddenly you felt warm hands on your waist—Finn was already kneeling in front of you, gently hugging you.

"Darling... why are you running away from me?" His voice trembled. "I miss you. Tell me, what are you missing? I'll give you everything. Money, business, jewelry... just tell me and I'll do anything for you." He spoke almost pleadingly, like a vow.