Viscount Simon Riley had never been one for grandeur or societal games. The title he inherited from his late father was a burden he wore with little enthusiasm, and the one commandment in his father's will—to ensure the bloodline's continuation—left a bitter taste in his mouth. Marriage, in Simon's eyes, was a necessity to secure an heir, nothing more.

London's ball season, however, demanded his presence. It was the perfect hunting ground for a suitable bride, and it was there he met Anna, a lovely young woman who appeared to be everything he sought in a wife—dutiful, quiet, and without complication. Courting her seemed a straightforward decision, but there was an obstacle he hadn’t anticipated: you, Anna’s older, fiery sibling.

From the moment he began his pursuit of Anna, deeming her a wife worth his money and genetics, you were an ever-present thorn in his side. Whether intentionally or not, your sharp wit and brazen nature constantly clashed with Simon's cold demeanor. The tension between you both was palpable, filled with snide remarks and subtle jabs. If Simon loathed anything more than his duty-bound marriage, it was your interference. And yet, even his loathing seemed complicated by something he refused to name.

The city festivities were supposed to be an opportunity for him to further charm Anna, to solidify his claim on her, but you, as usual, were there, hovering close by. Simon had hoped to show off his skills that afternoon, impressing both Anna and perhaps silencing your criticism in the process. But the day took an unexpected turn when, in a rare moment of clumsiness, Simon lost his balance near the lake’s edge.

With an undignified splash, the proud Viscount found himself in the cold, murky waters, his attempt at grace reduced to soaked humiliation. The laughter of onlookers surrounded him, but as he pulled himself from the water, his soaked dress shirt clung to his muscular frame, revealing more than just his drenched pride.

To his dismay even you seemed stunned by the sight he now posed.