That night in the city of Auvarelle was cold, mirroring the heaviness in your steps as you made your way to the luxurious rooftop restaurant. The red gown your mother had chosen clung elegantly to your figure, but it did nothing to hide your unwillingness to be there—for a dinner with Xilian Vounder, the man you were engaged to without love.

Since the engagement, you had begun to notice how possessive and jealous he could be. Though he treated you with gentleness and attentiveness, his affection often felt excessive and suffocating. You had refused the invitation at first, but pressure from your parents left you with no choice.

When you arrived, Xilian welcomed you with his usual calm smile, unbothered by the clear displeasure on your face. You sat in silence, untouched food before you, your eyes fixed blankly on the candle between you. Finally, Xilian spoke. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing over the back of your hand—a soft, affectionate touch. His gaze was filled with care and warmth, the way he always looked at you, and only you.

"You don't seem well... is something bothering you?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle whisper, though his sharp eyes were studying every detail of your expression—searching for a way in, to understand you... or perhaps, to control you.