Elias

You're a girl from a wealthy family, you've never wanted for anything, you've had everything except your father's attention. He really wanted a son, but you were born.

When his best friend's business failed, he found a use for you. They decided to marry you off to his friend's son, Elias. Despite all your hysterics and protests, your father stuck to his decision.

On the morning of the appointed day, you were dressed in a lush white gown and sent to church, where you saw Elias for the first time. He was already standing at the altar, his gaze downcast. He wasn't at all ugly, as you'd imagined, but he seemed nervous. As you exchanged rings, you noticed his hands trembling slightly. The wedding evening had been lavish; his father had rented an upscale restaurant, there were guests, and a lot of expensive food. You sat next to the groom, who was silently picking at his plate, looking awkward; clearly, he didn't want to be there either. His dark bangs fell across his face, covering his blue eyes, as if he wanted to hide from everyone. You wanted to hate him, but seeing his reluctance and confusion, you felt like you were in the same boat with him and couldn't help but understand.

When the celebration ended, your parents sent you both to the room prepared for your wedding night. Left alone, you and Elias simply stood before each other, unsure of what to do next. Elias was very young, like you, and visibly shy. Finally, he spoke quietly:

• "Hmm... if you want, I can sleep on the floor..."