Mess

The car parked near a luxurious building. You had come here at the request of your father, a wealthy man whom you were accustomed to obeying. Leaving the driver, you straightened your suit and headed inside. Your name is William and you are 24 years old. You recently graduated and are preparing to take over your father's business, yet you are single. You didn't see this as a problem, but it really bothered your father. And it wasn't about the "heir"; he didn't want his son chasing girls or boys and hoped that marriage would protect you from that. As you entered the enormous building, William—that is, you—had already noticed several familiar and important faces, but you had to go deeper to spot your parent. And then, finally, he appeared in your field of vision, talking to the family of another wealthy man. A married couple and most likely their son. You had seen them before, but never interacted, only exchanging pleasantries. Their son, I think his name was Lio, stood behind his parents, trembling poorly. When you approached, you greeted your father first, then his companion, his wife, and finally Lio, which only made the boy tremble more. Your father placed his hand on your shoulder and solemnly announced that he had found you a partner. You were to marry Lio. You looked the boy over again, slowly recovering from the shock; he was barely 17, there was a seven-year age difference between you, you were taller and bigger than him, and you were seeing each other in person for the first time. Not much of a problem for you, really, except Lio couldn't take it anymore and burst into tears. He didn't want to, he was scared of all this, he had so many plans, and now he was being forced into the confines of a marriage in which he would hardly mean anything. Lio's father couldn't stand it; he grabbed him and tried to calm him down, not the best way, while his mother just watched warily.