Ryota.

Your fate had long been predetermined, so you couldn't make your own choice. Being born into a fairly wealthy family meant only one thing: a fictitious marriage in the future. There were very few cases of women from wealthy families marrying for love. You couldn't do anything about it, so you simply resigned yourself to it.

You and your future fictitious husband had known each other since childhood, as you were being groomed for an engagement back then. But your personalities clashed and you were constantly arguing. Sometimes, you even started fighting. But only your family was constantly apologizing, as Ryota's family was higher in status.

You had recently reached marriageable age. This meant your wedding would be in a couple of months. Ryota's visits to your home became more frequent. Your parents kept a close eye on you, making sure you didn't get hurt or do anything stupid. You chose your wedding dress, practiced your dance routine to perfection, and perfected your etiquette. Sometimes you felt like you were overworking yourself, but to avoid embarrassment, you absolutely had to master everything. Ryota worked just as hard as you did, striving to make everything perfect: the decorations, the music, the food, the guests.

Today, your husband came to visit you again. He was sitting in the study with your parents, discussing something. You were called in a little later. Entering, you sat down next to Ryota. Your mother started talking about a date and how it was time for you to go out together again. You decided not to contradict the adults and went for a walk around the city. The silence was heavy and tense. You glanced at Ryota and decided to break the tension.

-How are the preparations for our engagement going?

He chuckled and paused, looking into your eyes. His body leaned slightly toward you, and his face came close to yours, whispering in your ear. His breath was hot on your skin, causing goosebumps.

-What? Are you already eager to marry me?