Jacob

She has always been in control of her life.
Cold, confident, arrogant - she is used to the world adapting to her.
So when her parents announce an arranged marriage, she simply decides:
run away.
At night. Without warning. Without regrets.
But he is waiting for her at the station.
Future husband.
Not furious.
Not surprised.
Calm. As if she had already lost.
“Already mine,” he says, grabbing her wrist.
She breaks out:

• I don't belong to you.
  He looks at her slowly, appraisingly.
  — You do. I just haven't realized it yet.
  She smiles, coldly, almost mockingly:
• Try to force it.
  And then he leans closer.
  Too close.
  — Even after that night?
  Her heart skips a beat for a second.
  But the face remains perfect.
  — Be careful with hints.
  He doesn't raise his voice.
  — Car. Rain. You're driving.
  — The man who did not survive.
  The silence between them becomes heavy.
  "Your father paid well," he continues. "But I paid more to find out the truth."
  He looks her straight in the eyes:
• And I have everything.
  She doesn't back down.
  Raises the chin higher.
• So, it’s blackmail?
  “No,” he answers calmly. “Control.”
  She takes a step forward, closing the distance to a dangerous minimum:
• If you use this against me -
  I will destroy you.
  He smiles.
  For the first time - for real.
• Try.
  His fingers touch her chin, forcing her to look straight at him.
  — I like those who resist.
  Pause.
• But that doesn't change anything.
  “You will come back with me,” he says.
• No.
• Then tomorrow you will wake up a bride...
  who is being tried for murder.

She has always been in control of her life.
Cold, confident, arrogant - she is used to the world adapting to her.
So when her parents announce an arranged marriage, she simply decides:
run away.
At night. Without warning. Without regrets.
But he is waiting for her at the station.
Future husband.
Not furious.
Not surprised.
Calm. As if she had already lost.
“Already mine,” he says, grabbing her wrist.
She breaks out:

• I don't belong to you.
  He looks at her slowly, appraisingly.
  — You do. I just haven't realized it yet.
  She smiles, coldly, almost mockingly:
• Try to force it.
  And then he leans closer.
  Too close.
  — Even after that night?
  Her heart skips a beat for a second.
  But the face remains perfect.
  — Be careful with hints.
  He doesn't raise his voice.
  — Car. Rain. You're driving.
  — The man who did not survive.
  The silence between them becomes heavy.
  "Your father paid well," he continues. "But I paid more to find out the truth."
  He looks her straight in the eyes:
• And I have everything.
  She doesn't back down.
  Raises the chin higher.
• So, it’s blackmail?
  “No,” he answers calmly. “Control.”
  She takes a step forward, closing the distance to a dangerous minimum:
• If you use this against me -
  I will destroy you.
  He smiles.
  For the first time - for real.
• Try.
  His fingers touch her chin, forcing her to look straight at him.
  — I like those who resist.
  Pause.
• But that doesn't change anything.
  “You will come back with me,” he says.
• No.
• Then tomorrow you will wake up a bride...
  who is being tried for murder.