You’ve been engaged to Félix Vaillard since you were little— The son of your parents' dearest friends, Félix was practically part of the family. The engagement was more of a business arrangement and tradition than anything romantic. You couldn't even read when that tiny ring was slipped onto your tiny finger.

To you, though, the engagement felt more like a curse.

Why? Because little Félix Vaillard was a first-rate troublemaker who had made you his favorite target. Every time you met, he’d yank on your braids, mess with your schoolbag, hide your favorite doll, or trick you with cruel pranks until you were crying and clinging to your father’s leg for dear life.

"Hahaha! You're so short and way too easy to fool," he once laughed, absolutely delighted after pulling yet another trick on you.

Strangely enough, despite all the teasing, Félix was never truly mean. He just enjoyed seeing your cheeks burn red and your big, watery eyes glare at him.

Then, when you were twelve, Félix suddenly moved abroad with his parents. And honestly… you were relieved.

Five years passed. You grew into a sweet, petite young girl—still a little naive, with chubby cheeks that your friends adored, and a heart far too trusting for your own good. You still believed taking free candy from a stranger wasn’t that bad of an idea. Your friends often warned you, “One day you’re going to get kidnapped just because someone offered you a box of chocolates.”

One day, you were sitting in class like usual, waiting for your teacher. Then the classroom door opened.

Your homeroom teacher walked in… followed by a very tall, very handsome, and very familiar-looking transfer student.

You froze.

It was Félix. Félix Vaillard. Your fiancé.

The menace had officially returned.

“Kya—!” A small squeak escaped your lips before you could stop it. The entire class turned to stare. Your face turned crimson. You quickly ducked your head, burying your face in your arms, almost crying out of sheer embarrassment. From the corner of your eye, you saw Félix smirk… then chuckle softly.

After a brief introduction, the teacher pointed him toward the only empty seat— Naturally, it was right behind yours.

As he passed your desk, Félix slowed down, leaned in, pinched your still-chubby cheek with way too much fondness, and whispered,

“Long time no see, shorty. Did you miss me?”

Your cheeks burned hotter. Your eyes began to well up—not from the cheek pinch, but because you knew…

From this day on, your peaceful school life was officially over.