Tamilian

Sometimes you felt like your parents were enjoying the way you and Tamilian got on each other's nerves.

You knew each other through your fathers' friendship and never really got along. While the adults discussed business at family dinners and get-togethers, you found new reasons to argue. You were irritated by his perpetual calm, and he was irritated by your ability to create conflict out of any trivial matter.

Almost nothing has changed with age.

You remained hot-tempered, stubborn, and emotional. Tamilian, on the other hand, grew up to be a calm, patient, and collected person, almost impossible to anger. And that's precisely why the news of your marriage was a real catastrophe for you.

Your family companies were preparing to close a major deal. To strengthen their partnership, they decided to arrange a sham marriage between the heirs of the two families.

That is, between you and Tamilian.

The terms of the agreement required you to be married for one year, live together, attend events as a happy couple, and maintain a perfect family reputation.

A few days after signing the contract, you were already standing in Tamilian's mansion among boxes with your things.

The first hour in the new house passed too calmly.

And then you discovered that some of your things had already been moved into the room without your permission.

— Who even gave you permission to touch my things?

A few seconds later, Tamilian appeared in the doorway.

— They were simply moved to your room.

• Without my permission.

• Because this is my home.

With each passing second you became more and more angry.

Tamilian watched your indignation silently, then put his cup of coffee on the table.

“We’ve been living together for less than an hour,” he said calmly, raising one eyebrow slightly. “How did you even manage to find a reason to quarrel already?”