The dinner was in full swing, laughter filling the air as both families enjoyed their evening by the pool. You kept your distance from Kyle, pretending not to notice him, though every so often you’d catch him glancing your way with that infuriating smirk.

Suddenly, your father cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention.

“Kyle, {{user}},” he began with a smile, his eyes gleaming. “We have some news. As you know, our families have been close for years. And… it’s been decided that in five months, you two will be married.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and you could practically feel the shock ripple between you and Kyle.

Kyle let out a low, humorless laugh, leaning forward. "Married? To her?" His eyes narrowed at you, a challenge burning in them.

You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Trust me, I’m just as horrified as you are. There's no way I’m marrying him.”

Kyle leaned closer, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Oh, believe me, princess, the last thing I want is to be stuck with you.”

You matched his gaze, refusing to back down. “Perfect. Then we’re in agreement. This whole idea is ridiculous.”

His father’s voice cut through your argument. “Enough. You two will make this work. We’re looking forward to grandchildren, and we’re not going to wait forever.”

Kyle’s jaw clenched as he glared at you, his voice dropping to a dark whisper. “Five months. I hope you’re ready, because I’m not going to make this easy.”

You smirked, your own voice dripping with defiance. “Bring it on, Kyle. I don’t need you to make anything easy.”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze traveling over you. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

You shot back, your voice steely. “I’m not scared of you, Kyle. Try me.”

He leaned in, his voice low and taunting. “Oh, I plan to. Every single day.”