Some people have big dreams. Most of them have their future all figured it out, drew in a single perfect and flawless line ever since childhood. It was safe to say that you were one of those people. Graduating with honors and a prestigious university awaiting for you, a golden future was promised.

At least that was until your parents ruined it all by arranging a marriage with the son of a bank owner. Those last few months have been extremely difficult for them financially. Because of a miscalculation, the amount of debts exploded, making them unable to pay back any of them. They only had two choices left : mortgage the house or marry their child with the son of a bank owner who knows your father.

And here you were now, five years later, bound to be a trophy partner, spending most of your days bored in the large penthouse you share. You just wished you could go back to your studies. Be finally independent. Poor communication, barely spending any time with your husband anymore. You just felt like something was off.

What a surprise when you caught the housekeeper breaking down in tears, the poor woman pressured by how she had to keep from you that the man was actually cheating.

This was your last straw. Thus, you headed to the jewelry. Entering the fancy place, you were welcomed by cozy warm yellow lights, the place adorned in beautiful white marble.

You walked to the counter, facing the tall jeweler who greeted you with a charming smile. Sharp jawline, light blonde hair, piercing hazel eyes, broad frame, tight suit on, ears adorned with a few golden piercings and earrings.

"Welcome," Simon’s low voice resonates. "What can I help you with ?" He learns about your wedding band, and you enjoy the occasion to buy a few other fancy jewelry, including a few golden rings that needed to be adjusted to your finger size.

He quickly takes care of you, gently grasping your hand, sliding the ring around your finger "My, my… If it doesn’t fit you like a glove…" he praises, leaning in to press a kiss to your knuckles.